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the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd win- dow window , Pausing, inclining, baring my
the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd win- dow window , Pausing, inclining, baring my
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
fruitlessly, the boy questions also only to hear the ocean's final assertion of death, and the man notes "My
five times and say blankly, " But my mate no more, no more with me!
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985. Killingsworth, M. Jimmie.
afterwards lose you. 2 (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean, my
love; I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated; Behold the great rondure—the
space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean, and the land, Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my
Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of
that ocean my love, we are not so much sepa- rated separated , Behold the great rondure, the cohesion
little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my
might afterward lose you. 2 (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean my
love; I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated; Behold the great rondure—the
space—know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my
Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of
that ocean my love, we are not so much sepa- rated separated , Behold the great rondure, the cohesion
little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my
Ships at Sea," Whitman calls his book "not a reminiscence of the land alone" but a "lone bark" bearing "my
Clean er shaved and more grammatical folks I call Mister, and lay the tips of my fingers inside their
headline in the morning papers, and pass the time as comfortably as the law allows.— But for the others, my
walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory. 2 Silent, my
trod, by you Patapsco, You Hudson, you endless Mississippi—nor you alone, But to the high seas launch, my
walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory. 2 Silent, my
trod, by you Patapsco, You Hudson, you endless Mississippi—nor you alone, But to the high seas launch, my
Reprinted as "Interpolation Sounds" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
When reprinted in "Good-Bye My Fancy," the poem included the note, "General Sheridan was buried at the
IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my
appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my
IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my
appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my
P Armachalain | the Hindoo Brighton, England Aug. 25, 1879 My dear Sir, your four books, two photos and
I gave one set of the books you sent me to my uncle's widow Lady Cosmara Scotney (a young English lady
that Bucke and others gathered to hear Whitman's friend Weda Cook, a young Camden singer, sing "O Captain
My Captain!"
I often see your name mentioned in the various papers, and I have your address in my Memorandum Book.
I am living with my Son in law his wife (my daughter) and their 2 children.
signature, might suffice and I would be pleased to hold a letter from you, one who I esteem, one who knew , my
Samuel Harris Smith (1829–1864) was a captain of the Union army and served alongside his brother Palin
Steel of South Carolina in 1880 that read: "At the battle of the Mine, at Petersburg, 1864, I was Captain
Company I, Seventeenth Regiment, South Carolina Volunteers, and in this desperate hand to hand fight, a Captain
Sims, of a New York regiment (I think from Brooklyn), as he mounted the breastworks immediately before my
The Pallid Wreath, which was published in the Critic 18 (10 January 1891) and reprinted in Good-Bye My
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
thee, Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever: So let the wreath hang still awhile within my
Of my own life and writings I estimate the giving thanks part, with what it infers, as essentially the
PASSAGE TO INDIA. 1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong
Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come
of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! O morning red! O clouds!
the blood burns in my veins! Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
O my brave soul! O farther farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
PASSAGE TO INDIA. 1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong
Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come
of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! O morning red! O clouds!
the blood burns in my veins! Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
O my brave soul! O farther farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
Paumanok, and My Life on it as Child and Young Man
earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well,
, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
darlings, give my immortal heroes, Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well,
, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
darlings, give my immortal heroes, Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!
local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, O my
; And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb—my young men's beautiful
darlings—give my immortal heroes; Exhale me them centuries hence—breathe me their breath—let not an
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial, sweet death, years, centuries hence.
Oct 21-1886. 48 Rue d'Orsel Montmartre My dear Walt Whitman.
London Aug 5. 87 My dear Friend Walt Whitman I write you from the Reading Room of the British Museum.
I have just laid it down and taken up my pen to tell you of the fresh and vigorous fruit your rattling
My address is No 48 Rue d'Orsel Paris. Very affectionately yours Percy Ives.
Those fellows have one virtue—they always use good paper: and on that I manage to do a good deal of my
"Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest, Allah is all, all, all—is immanent
treated me kindly, and the young people made a great deal of me, but, perhaps, that was on account of my
printing-house, and superintended everything, even the type in which the book was printed, and they made my
"I spent considerable time in New York," he adds, "and a number of weeks on Long Island, my native place
S o many of my good friends are here that I must call it my home."
"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.
"As for poetry, my boy, listen to this."
Now, however, I put my faith in humanity.
He said simply but without petulance, and as if he rather pitied my intelligence: "Of course my poetry
And, after all, in "O Captain! my Captain!"
At the time of my acquaintance I could not lay my finger on any more definite example of this than his
table, a knock at the door of our room—which served both as dining and sitting room—was answered by my
O'Connor offered to go out on the search with him; but before they started my husband asked me, aside
Walt had left his "carpet bag" with my husband, on his way down, wishing to be burdened with as little
When I expressed my doubts about his coming to us on his return from camp,— my husband's answer was,
My own first impression after reading the quarto edition of Leaves of Grass, recommended by Emerson to
"My 'Leaves of Grass,'" said the old gentleman, "I will publish as I wrote it, minor revisions excepted
Was Pete the muse for Whitman's most popular Lincoln tribute, the poem, "O Captain! My Captain!"?
While "O Captain!"
Like as not I would go to sleep—lay my head on my hands on the table.
I wish it given to him with my love."
Give my love to dear Mrs. and Mr.
i received your Papers last monday i have been Very anxious to write to you but the Death of one of my
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.
consist of Washington Georgetown & Alexandria it is supposed that Mr Colfax will address the meeting In my
other letter i wrote you that my mother was sick i am happy to state that she has got entirely well.
about ten minutes ago cant Explain explain the Pleasure pleasure experience from your letters Farewell my
. & if there is any chances of getting into the Fire Department also to give my respects to all inquiring
Noyes is in town he was on my car yesterday (sunday) & he looks first rate i told him i sent you the
In his letter to Doyle on October 2, 1868, Whitman begins: "You say it is a pleasure to get my letters—well
Hart got on my car last night on my last trip.
others You may not be interested with his affairs so i will come to close excuse this short letter as my
car is going [to] start & i want [to] put this in the mail good bye My Dear friend Pete i will write
If you see him, tell him I have not forgot him, but send him my love, & will be back in Washington again
The copy of "Leaves of Grass" is at my office subject to your order.
As there was nothing done yesterday & the day before on account of the funeral, my waiting for your reply
the successor of Rees Welsh, including November Boughs and a new printing of Leaves in 1888, Good-Bye My
It was included without the note in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).