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received —I have some copies of John Burroughs's Notes on W W as Poet & Person , 2d 2nd edition under my

Of my own works, complete edition, the enclosed circular will give you the particulars.

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey September 16 1884 My friends Can you use this in the C[ritic]?

& 20 copies of the number—& of course I should want to see proof—(reserving the right to include in my

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in sex, Offspring of my loins.

W. reports again, "This has been a horribly poor day, one of my worst—even now I am little if any better

Take them—take them with my love." Warrie quite determined to go to New York to meet Bucke.

I saw myself in it—my idea. I am not afraid but you go straight to my intention in such reports."

Walt," he said, "I want to get something from you for my next issue.

And my friend, in telling me the story, said he saw his mistake at once, but Whitman never noticed it

I never thought of Buck's $10 again till three or four days later, when I opened my long memorandum book

So I carried Buck's $10 in my memo book till Nov. 28, when your call came and, putting $5 more with it

can explain to Walt the whole thing, and relieve me from what seems a mean thing.I am not ashamed of my

I have done my duty and been liberal as I could possibly afford to be.

All-seeing I am as clear as crystal and am not worried even if I am annoyed and wish I had stated in my

I am sorry to tell you that after all my careful economy & saving, the various things into which William

But I have been trying my best to put into order; but must soon drop all & go for a time, or I shall

If ever the people that owe money to William would pay me, I should not be so worried about my daily

It is like taking my life to have to give up a home with no prospect of ever having one again.

So I said, I will keep you informed of my whereabouts. & with love always— Nelly O'Connor. Ellen M.

never been translated) and send you a version of some of his splendid sentences; and when I collect my

I am afraid, too, that the Doctor overstates my proficiency in Elizabethan letters.

As I read it, my main thought was whether it would do good or harm, and I am still in dubiety on this

Shouldn't wonder if the book, and especially my share in it, would make an enormous row!

The title page is very handsome, and the Lucretian motto delights my soul.

love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space

4 See, my cantabile!

chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the

love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my

See, my cantabile!

For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant; I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the

pageant; I chant the world on my Western Sea; I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in

chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my

salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the

See my cantabile!

, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,

salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the

See my cantabile!

, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,

notice, you Kanuck woods") became verses 6-10; and the lines on the half-page ("I am indifferent to my

correspond to verses 1-5 of the 1860 version, and those on the second page ("And when I thought how/ my

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

It was later reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), under the title American National Literature before

Is this my sorry face? I am not sorry—I am glad—for the world."

two or three days—so on: we were quite thick then: thick: when I had money it was as freely Bill's as my

two or three days—so on: we were quite thick then: thick: when I had money it was as freely Bill's as my

188uva.00260xxx.00264The sores on my shouldersBetween 1850 and 1855poetryhandwritten1 leaf8 x 15 cm;

on the back of this leaf (uva.00565) relate to the manuscript poem Pictures.; uva.00565 The sores on my

Ma Just a line to say that Fred Wild has written a brief message to you by this mail from my house, &

to send you my best love along with his.

My Dear Walt Whitman: I send you in due conveyance, something I wrote about Grant.

hope you will accept it, as a souvenir of our pleasant meeting with Arnold, and as an expression of my

Camden Sunday 3 P M June 17 '88 Am sitting up at present—fearfully weak & little or no grip on my brain—but

the doctor gives favorable clues, says pulse is vigorable—my good nurse has given me a good bath—& I

And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?

(As if any man really knew aught of my life; As if you, O cunning Soul, did not keep your secret well

Queries to My Seventieth Year. QUERIES TO MY SEVENTIETH YEAR.

Stopped in to see W. on my way home. He remarked my early coming. "You drop in en passant?"

"I wrote him yesterday—yes indeed—and told him that if the draft was sent for me, drawn to my order,

A young fellow called my attention to it on the boat. I related this to W.

Another of his expressions to me was this: "I do seem to have taken up my pen again.

My plan is to have my father oversee a good photographing of it—then to let it be photoengraved.

And to my "yes"—"Well, what was the result?"

Again, "I wonder if Stoddart will let me have another proof-slip of my piece?"

"I don't know why the devil he copied it—my copy was as plain—at least to me."

To my "yes"—"Well, I will see—will look it up overnight."

I wonder if he got my note?" Stoddart had told me of it.No copies "Good-Bye" in covers yet.

AN ADVENTURE ON HEMPSTEAD PLAINS, YEARS AGO One of my old friends for the last fifteen years has made

of these occasions, some ten years since, that he met with a little adventure wherewith he has, in my

My friend aforesaid had gone out to shoot on the Plains (stopping awhile on his way farther east) one

My friend was indeed tired, and thankfully accepted the honest fellow's offer.

My friend, be it known, is the most modest of men—and now what the deuce to do, was the question.

Mother, I am feeling very well these days—my head that was stopt up so & hard of hearing seems to be

hulls on—I go down to market sometimes of a morning & buy two or three quarts, for the folks I take my

little girl, (lost a fine boy about a year ago)—they have two rooms in the same house where I hire my

will have it so—that's the way it has gone on now over five months, & as I say they won't listen to my

insisted on going to market, (it is pleasant in the cool of the morning,) and getting the things, at my

Of the O'Connors, Jeff wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that you are among such

My sister has gone home. My brother is busy in the shop; & the children in school.

She dont exactly see why I can not do my work here.

I shall bring on my bust of her when I come.

My brother's wife died some years ago, leaving 3 children.

He says my copy is quite as good as the original. I dont think so myself, tho' it aproximates.

W. answering my inquiry said: "No, I didn't go down stairs today.

it won't hurt me: my caution, you remember, is six and over!

I quoted this: "I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother." "Yes," said W.

I reminded W. of one of my sisters similarly afflicted.

Here—take this bunch with my blessing and be happy.

But yet I must exchange my token for yours—brazen for golden gifts, as the Greek poet said.

The misfortune of my poem is that it presupposes much knowledge of antiquity—as for instance that this

"Any consecutive reading hurts my head—I cannot apply myself."

W. took my jog kindly.

Wrote in a firm hand in my presence, the card resting on his knees.

"He was always William's and my friend—and he will appreciate—will measure up—this piece."

Give him my love and the love of us all. Mrs.

Then give him my love—my love for all: for wife, daughters—and though I am hard beset, assure him not

the least of my benefits is his, their, love."

Repeated to him my interview with McKay.

And again: "His 'Prose Writers of Germany' has been one of my longest treasures.

I can never be shaken from my love of it.

Those two pieces on Shakespeare in 'November Boughs' are my best statement of the case, of my case.

My mind will not stick by me for consecutive work." Did his eyes fail him?

"No, my eyes are pretty good, though dimming."

I send you my love for your loving words—same to the great poet.

Morris would note my collation of [O'Connor's] reports in a Literary World letter.

And again, at my explanation of a letter I wrote Mrs.

The idea reflects my own exactly, in spirit and letter."

He mentioned the eccentric Count Joannes, in my boyhood already daft.

Wished my own article in about ten days, if possible.

the darkey says—all the day up to this afternoon, when Mary made and brought me a cup of hot tea—at my

"If it is not, it is my fault—there is plenty of wood here and I have all the time there is.

He had received my Engineering Record.

I wrote on the blank side and mailed the letter out to my niece, Jessie—at St. Louis."

with a secret wish that I had not begun to read and a vow that I would never do the like again), by my

Lowell voices in the best way it can be voiced this limitation, or to my mind wrong poetic notion, in

"Behind the hill, behind the sky, Behind my inmost thought, he sings; No feet avail; to hear it nigh,

—you say in "New York;" but I had my hearing of most of those you mention elsewhere.

Sidney Morse . ∗ "Good-Bye, my Fancy!" Walt Whitman. 1891. The Second Annex to "Leaves of Grass"

"No—it has no such significance at all: it only means that it was my humor to lie down: that is the whole

adding after my answer: "Well, I never met him myself. What is the value of the piece?" M.

Dave says: "I'll bet you my cover won't cost more than a cent more than yours."

My own choice right through has been the one I call 'the laughing philosopher.'

"My rule has been," W. continued, "so far as I could have any rule (I could have no cast-iron rule)—my

For instance, I like every day to take a bath—make it my rule, nearly—particularly in this weather—it

I don't think any of the doctors—the best doctors—have arrived at my doctrine yet—that each person who

So I took my quinine—and what did it do but set my head spinning, this way"—indicating—"like a wheel.

I find Swedenborg confirmed in all my experience. It is a peculiar discovery.

And that would be my doctrine, too!"

I always argue that all the time there is my time: so I go slow with what I do—take the reasonable maximum

Paul was too much for me and my brain actually reels. I have never seen architecture before.

My brain is too sensitive. I am not strong enough to confront these things all at once.

Paul's, but it took my breath away.

It was more than I could bear and I will have to gird up my loins and try it many times.

I said Gosse had shown a leaning my way—was more than cursorily courteous and warm.

It will serve to back up my answer. Was it you who asked me?""Yes—I asked the question."

Dear Sir:When my friend Mr.

The Leaves of Grass have become a part of my every-day thought and experience.

Harry has always been ten times over my friend where once would have done.

I must take care"—whispering—"that my shirt tail don't hang out."

father's, the ultimate for my mother, and I am to be between."

And I am Consuelo—determined to keep my head up, whatever betide."

I wish I could be with you in person, but my spirit must do instead.Please convey my affectionate greetings

My particular congratulations to you on your marriage.

reminiscences of the actors & actresses fifty years ago —Tho' I am not personally known to you—& as far as my

not yet an Octogenarian or even a Septuagenarian—I being but 66 at the close off this month—I date my

perfection & not the genius of acting—I never witnessed Forrest acting but the houses were jammed, my

look & utters with electrical effect "Maral I hate thee"—I can never forget it—it was imprinted in my

recollect Signor de Begnis (—with perhaps the exception of Lablach —whom I have heard frequently on my

Macbeth, Act V, where Macbeth says, "I have liv'd long enough: my way of life / Is fall'n into the sere

My dear Sir.

think of you, and I am sure that it affords me much more than that to give this personal expression to my

say entirely my own way, and put it unerringly on record."

In another place the feeling of pride leads to this exclamation: "My Book and I—what a period we have

These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy role I take, and grave it to

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Visits from English friends are perhaps my chief diversion."

Philadelphia, 1883. is going off slowly—not much cared for by my friends—but I like it.

He asked me somewhat about my life and doings at home.

There is something in my nature furtive like an old hen!

Time alone can absolutely test my poems or any one's.

If the Spirit moves me, I will give you my opinion of the book when I have read it carefully that is

if you should care to know my opinion.

Camden Feb 20 My dear T W I send you the bit for Sunday's paper (had it put in type for my private satisfaction

Boston March 13th 1887 My dear Sir: I hope you will do us the favor to accept the enclosed invitation

Looking for a favorable reply and a promise to be my guest, I remain Very truly yours Annie Fields Annie

My dear sir, You can get any or all my Books at J. S. Redfield, 140 Fulton street, upstairs, N. Y.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.