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My Canary Bird
.00004xxx.00319My Canary Birdabout 1888poetryhandwritten1 leaf; This is a manuscript draft of the poem, My
My Canary Bird
My Canary Bird
mentions in a letter to Richard Maurice Bucke on February 16, 1888: "it is chilly here as I finish this—my
My Canary Bird. MY CANARY BIRD.
27O Captain! My Captain! (1865).
.00218My Captainabout 1865poetryhandwritten3 leaves; Draft of the poem that would be published as O Captain
My Captain! in 1865, titled here My Captain.
My Captain
My Departure
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00277xxx.00263[my end draws]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft of lines
[my end draws]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00273xxx.00263[My hand, my limbs grow nerveless]about 1874poetrypoetryhandwritten1
[My hand, my limbs grow nerveless]
7 196 My touch hand will not hurt what it holds, and yet will devour it, That It must remain whole perfect
Only one minute, only two or three passing bulging sheathed touches, Yet they gather all of me and my
spirit into a knot, They hold us so long enough there, to show us what life we can be,— And that my
senses and our flesh, and even a part of flesh, is seems more than all life.— What has become of my senses
My hand will not hurt
.; uva.00601 My hand will not hurt what
My Legacy
My Legacy. MY LEGACY.
But I, my life surveying, closing, With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor
lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after
you, And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this
My Legacy. MY LEGACY.
But I, my life surveying, closing, With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor
lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after
you, And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this
My Native Sand and Salt Once More
.00096xxx.00661My Own Poemsundatedpoetryhandwritten1 leaf25.5 x 12.5 cm; Rough draft of a poem entitled My
This draft was published posthumously as My Own Poems. My Own Poems
My own visits and distributions
revision Whitman published these verses in the October 30, 1880 issue of The American under the title My
My picture gallery
My Picture-Gallery
My Picture-Gallery. MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
My Picture-Gallery. MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
JohnRietz"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)First published in The American in 1880
and incorporated into Leaves of Grass in 1881, "My Picture-Gallery" is a (revised) six-line excerpt
My Picture-Gallery," which originally served to set up the 115-line catalogue of "Pictures," is a riddle
With the catalogue of "Pictures" excised, the emphasis of "My Picture-Gallery" is shifted away from the
"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)
1888poetryhandwritten1 leaf; Draft of a poem later revised and published under the title Queries to My
My Seventieth Year
My Spirit sped back to
My Soul Spirit was curious and sped back to the beginning, sped back returned to the times when the earth
eternally; And devise themselves to this spot place These States and this hour, Again But yet still my
My Spirit sped back to
1891poetryhandwritten1 leaf28 x 22 cm; Manuscripts of the following four poems, written neatly with slight corrections: My
task, L of G's Purport, Death dogs my steps, and For us two, reader dear.
My Task
harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all
those used in Unnamed Lands, a poem published first in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.; duk.00003 My
204 My tongue must can never be content with pap harness from this after this, It c will not talk m in
My tongue can never be
harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all
149uva.00009xxx.00713[My two theses]about 1856poetryhandwritten1 leaf4 x 16 cm pasted to 10.5 x 16 cm
[My two theses]
my two theses
Let me have my own way, Let others promulge the laws, I will make no account of the laws, Let others
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
Let me have my own way, Let others promulge the laws, I will make no account of the laws, Let others
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
Advocating civil disobedience, he declares his independence in thinking and acting: "Let me have my own
.— I celebrate myself to celebrate you; every man and woman alive; I transpose my my spirit I pass as
that hear me; I am loosen the voice tongue that was tied in you them In me It begins to talk out of my
refreshing night the walks of Paradise, I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses; Thy song expands my
and for my sensuous eyes, Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.
the terrible tableaus. 7 O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest, Thou melt'st my
heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, chan- gest changest them at will; And now thy sullen notes send
soul, renew its languishing faith and hope, Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future
refreshing night the walks of Paradise, I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses; Thy song expands my
and for my sensuous eyes, Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.
the terrible tableaus. 7 O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest, Thou melt'st my
heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, chan- gest changest them at will; And now thy sullen notes send
soul, renew its languishing faith and hope, Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future
of "Passage to India," or for the serene meditations of his old age ("Sands at Seventy"; "Good-Bye my
Mistar Mister Whitman I recived received your letter this morning and I return you my most gratful grateful
enclose twenty Dollars which I hope you will accept in payment for one set of the books & as a token of my
It was later reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), under the title American National Literature before
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my
love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he
one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile myself from my
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my
love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he
shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile my-
self myself from my companions?
moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my
and drink with the drinkers, The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my
one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my
moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my
and drink with the drinkers, The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my
one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my
An interesting change in line 7 appears for the first time in 1881: the words "I take for my love some
Whitman retitled the poem To My Soul when it was first published, in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass
Lived in Classon from May 1st '56, '7 '8 '9 Lived in Portland av. from May 1st '59 '60 '61 Sarah White, my
up before the fire, just like a man—was every way decided and masculine in behavior The tradition of my
one night in passing off the platform of a Car, gave you a rose) I was compelled to many Car rides in my
I thank you Sir, with all my heart, and pray for you the abiding Presence and hourly Comfort of the divine
I go to my home in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, tomorrow.
My dear Wife, You must excuse me for not having written to you before.
I have not been very well, & did not feel much like writing—but I feel considerably better now—my complaint
going on—let me know how it is with mother—I write this by means of a friend who is now sitting by my
side— —& I hope it will be God's will that we shall yet meet again—Well I send you all my love, & must
In his Memoirs, Neruda wrote of his own work, "If my poetry has any meaning at all, it is [its] tendency
Another poet of this same hemisphere helped me along this road, Walt Whitman, my comrade from Manhattan
Nixonicide and Praise for the Chilean Revolution) with the following invocation:It is as an act of love for my
"After completing my poems," then, writes Mr.
"That I have not gain'd the acceptance of my own time; that from a worldly and business point of view
I had my choice when I commenced.
"The best comfort of the whole business is that I have had my say entirely my own way—the value thereof
No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance."