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You remember I wrote it on one of my off days." "Now this is an on day and you correct it."
You mean that it would be significant as showing my condition the day I wrote it?
It is the fore-dream of my own questions: I put that question to myself every day.
My impression of it was favorable—not the common one at all.
My own curiosity to see him is great.
succeeding poem, we have him clearly in trance, and the impressing spirit speaking through him:— Take my
see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, Do not weep for me, This is not my
Here is one which again proclaims his purpose:— I stand in my place, with my own day, here.
And what are my miracles? 2.
side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms and neck.
As to "Why should my dog inhabit heaven if I?" W. said: "Why not?
I took it out of my pocket. "Read that passage to me again." I did so.
Adams, my last news of your health, and enclosing also a copy of my last circular (summer of 1876) regarding
My wife received lately a letter from Mrs.
I can but repeat my delight in this prospect, were it to be realized, and my wife's hope and my own that
philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my
And my heart is a handful of dust, And the wheels go over my head, And my bones are shaken with pain,
What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.
You shall stand by my side, and look in the mirror with me."
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
grave illness, I gather up the pieces of prose and poetry left over since publishing a while since my
For some reason—not explainable or definite to my own mind, yet secretly pleasing and satisfactory to
And thee, My Soul! Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations!
Thee for my recitative!
Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music!
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These
rapt verse, my call—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
Have you studied out my land, its idioms and men?
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
rapt song, my charm—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
"My words itch at your ears till you understand them," he had said.
My heart was palpitating, my nerves tingling, and every sense was alert as we entered the little house
I paused—my nervousness quite gone—feasting my eyes, warming my heart,—when lo!
I have dismissed whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body.
"My rendezvous is appointed," I murmured, as I kissed him.
Earls Colne Halstead August 12, 1873 My dearest Friend The paper has just been forwarded here which tells
My Darling—let me use that tender caressing word once more, for how can I help it, with heart so full
My darling.
around, returns once more, as I have every summer for five & twenty years, to this old village where my
in fact, the old Priory they have inhabited ceased to be a Priory at the dissolution of monasteries—My
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
I noted the French Review—fain would I have read it, but alas I can only read my own tongue.
meaning of much I see in other tongues, but alas though I often call up spirit alas—comes to aid me at my
of real Kinship between your two natures I felt sorry to find you had not fully grasped the hand of my
I find in my travels and talks with men, many of their poor hard toiling souls to whom his Poems are
least try. we are far apart that is true. yet even here something I might do as a manifestation of my
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
Mother, I am quite in hopes George will get a furlough—may-be my expectations are unfounded, but I almost
On February 6, 1863, Jeff wrote: "I think I shall be able to carry through my little 'real estate' scheme
Cotrel, Nicholas Wyckoff, & Thomas Sullivan, for my poor men here in hospital.
My health, thank God, was never better—I feel strong & elastic—an obstinate cold & deafness some weeks
Richmond & Jeff Davis, by this short but tremendous little campaign, of 2d, 3d, 4th & 5th inst's, is in my
Love & thanks to you, dear friend, & to those who are aiding my boys.
I had certainly made up my mind that we should meet with partial success certainly, but it seems otherwise
Dear Walt Whitman: Pray forgive my long silence. I have been deep in troubles of my own.
I know the purity and righteousness of your meaning, but that does not alter my regret.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Will you let me do it as my Christmas contribution to your comfort.
My Uncle (W. D O'Connor) left us yesterday with my father, for Washington— very lame and feeble.
30, 1868, Whitman informed Ralph Waldo Emerson that "Proud Music of the Storm" was "put in type for my
evening now planning out this large reception w 33 friends to see your portrait, that I spoke of in my
Give my kind rememberances to Morse, when you are writing, I expect to show his bust along with my others
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
keept kept me busy for the past month & I have an old lady staying with me & Jane away so you see that my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Friday. 12 Well Road Hampstead London England My dear Walt: I send you three pounds ￡3. the sum being
I am getting ready my pictures (2) for the spring Exhibition.
My Book is getting near though not quite through the press: In one of the last chapters, I added, at
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
Last Thursday evening I went to Sarnia—next morning my brother Julius, my nephew Fred.
It is postmarked: London | PM | MY 28 | 89 | Canada; C.
Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all
prostration at every hand all around me)—had a good little letter f'm Ed Wilkins —buckwheat cakes & honey for my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
quiet here, plenty of work, but as long as we can do it we must not grumble at that—still, if I had my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Camden March 23 evn'g '91 Getting along tolerably—no worse—relish'd my supper, a dish of string beans
eternities, the one past and the one to come, and it is a delight to me to feel satisfied, and to feel in my
hour or two even three or four, every day—a friend sends a hansom & I drive out—or at other times in my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Dear Walt: Just a line to give you my changed address.
My friends the Fearnehoughs have come with me, and we are employing one or two extra hands beside, just
takes its name; very quaint old wooden wheels and cogs—the stream which feeds it runs at the bottom of my
.], quite 'uneducated' in the ordinary sense... but well-grown and finely built" (Edward Carpenter, My
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities
, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my daily songs.
I keep stout as ever, my face red and a great beard just the same.
I send my love to you, darling boy. Walt Whitman to a Soldier, early 1866
I shall keep it by me for my own reading, & to refresh my memory of those turbulent days.
My dear friend, I find my mother in excellent spirits & fair health & strength, considering her age,
Show John this letter—I send him my love—William, I have not yet rec'd any letters—when any come, send
My sister Mat & her children are here. Farewell.
vulgarity and meanness, and described an encounter with her which he came out of with "the back of my
"Henry Clapp," Walt Whitman said to Horace Traubel, "stepped out from the crowd of hooters—was my friend
So I know beforehand that my pamphlet comes to you at a disadvantage" (Charles E.
1war and hospital notes and memorandaloc.00373xxx.00118[Farewell my brethren]about 1873poetry1 leafhandwritten
[Farewell my brethren]
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Returning to my pages' front once
if that were not the resumé; Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my
poems; As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems; As if here
if that were not the resumé; Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my
poems; As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems; As if here
Camden April 20. '87 My dear Major Mr Gilder of the Century has just sent me Andrew Carnegie's check
for $350 for his box—Making my remuneration $600 for the lecture — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Major
A.MS. draft.loc.00248xxx.00236[(Returning to my pages front once]between 1873-1876poetryhandwritten1
[(Returning to my pages front once]
My dear Mr.
Wood, I write to solicit from you $2, for helping my soldier boys to some festivities these holiday &
the representative of the claimants, to agree upon such a presentation of the facts as will raise for my
Should this anticipation be realized, it will be my pleasure as well as my duty, to give early consideration
Richardson & Co. for refunding certain Internal Revenue taxes, in which you ask my opinion "as to whether
agreed statement of facts in the papers, and no statement of facts to be assumed by me on which to give my
—I will therefore thank you to so state the questions of law upon which my opinion is desired, as will
Then my lands engrossed me—Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas, engrossed me—For
to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the New World—And then I be- lieved believed my
knowledge, and the grandeur of The States, and the example of heroes, no more, I am indifferent to my
heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my
face in my hands; Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly the country
(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am;) Hours of my torment—I wonder if other men ever have
They have made my summer glorious. My love of that man is something strong as fate.
Indeed I believe the ties of blood draw me to him & Scotland—my "forbears" being Scotch-Irish (on one
Tennyson, It is a long time since my last to you.
illness—some three months, afterward was recovering at Washington, when called here by the death of my
To-day, a cloudy & drizzly Sunday, I have taken it in my head, sitting here alone & write—follow the
My dear Mr.
But I want also, at least in fancy, to reach my hand across the sea, & to take your hand, & to tell you
I think of seventy years as quite the vestibule of age, because my own father is rigorous, at least in
I still keep a little at work—there is a printing office here, where I am doing my work—they are young
considerate & respectful to me—fix every thing in type, proof, &c. just to suit me—I am leisurely preparing my
Come when you can, my darling boy.
328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey March 31 '89 Thanks, my dear E C S, for the box of noble books with
for the loving cheering (I fear flattering) long letter, wh' has done me good, & I have read twice—My
I wish to convey my best regards to the printers, proof-readers & print-plate presser &c — I have been
Have been clearing up my studio, so I can feel a little decent on Sunday.
—my shiping shipping apartments, I mean. I'm staying in one part of my studio for a few weeks.
surviving yet & in good spirits (sort) after the past nearly four months—Am still imprison'd here in my
sick room, unable to move around or get out at all—but have my brain power as before & right arm volition
several condensed in one —this is now going through the presses—your bust of me still holds out fully in my