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I know it is attainable because I experienced brief moments when it almost created itself under my pen
Other Polish responses to Whitman's "Poets to Come" besides translations In my research into Polish readings
But renewing the old fires of the rebellion was not to my taste.
Complete in body and dilate in spirit, / Be thou my God" ("Gods") or when in the 1855 version of "Song
of Myself" he called God "a loving bedfellow [who] sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep
The let up & somewhat favorable condition mentioned in my letter of Sunday still continues.
On the minus side, however, Pound long felt that Whitman, although he was "to my fatherland . . . what
"My Voice Goes After What My Eyes Cannot Reach": Pragmatic Language and the Making of a Democratic Mythology
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts....it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer
, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist,
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
Whitman included this preface in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) as Preface to a volume of essays and tales
He swears to his art, I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect
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.
Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?
what answers for me an American must answer for any individual or nation that serves for a part of my
Besides, is not the verse-field, as originally plann'd by my theory, now sufficiently illustrated—and
—(indeed amid no loud call or market for my sort of poetic utterance.)
defiance, to that kind of well-put interrogation, here comes this little cluster, and conclusion of my
collated, it is worth printing (certainly I have nothing fresh to write)—I while away the hours of my
72d year—hours of forced confinement in my den—by putting in shape this small old age collation: Last
In that work Whitman stated with disarming frankness, "I have not gain'd the acceptance of my own time
The Winding-Up" (a revision of "The End of All"), "We Shall All Rest at Last," "Fame's Vanity," and "My
A Parody," "Death of the Nature-Lover" (revision of "My Departure"), "The Play-Ground," "Ode," "The House
My address: 231 S. Ashland Ave, Chicago, Ill.
Leaves of Grass, Whitman confidently anticipated that in a "few years . . . the average annual call for my
necessitated a level of pride equal to the enormous task of an American poetry: "I know perfectly well my
own egotism," he admits, "[k]now my omnivorous lines and must not write any less."
avowedly chant 'the great pride of man in himself,' and permit it to be more or less a motif of nearly all my
Until you can explain a paving stone, to every ones my perfect satisfaction O Priests , do not try to
. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
To my knowledge it is understood by Col. M ULFORD , Major John E.
In my opinion the Secretary has taken and obstinately held a position of cold-blooded policy, (that is
B UTLER , in my opinion, has also incorporated in the question of exchange a needless amount of personal
In my opinion, the anguish and death of these ten to fifteen thousand American young men, with all the
so turbulent that it is even said that his amiable partner used to chase the author of “Pelham” and “My
reprinted as Some Personal and Old-Age Jottings in the February 28, 1891 issue of The Critic, in Good-Bye My
visionary is not necessarily the same as being a prophet, and Whitman was a visionary: "I am afoot with my
home in Kanuck woods, Or wandering and hunting, my drink water, my diet meat, Or withdrawn to muse and
In the Year 80 of The States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born
Take my leaves, America!
My comrade!
steamers steaming through my poems!
bugle-calls, Trooping tumultuous, filling the midnight late, bending me power- less powerless , Entering my
2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting
the midnight, entering my slumber-chamber, For thee they sing and dance O soul.
cannot tell itself.) 3 Ah from a little child, Thou knowest soul how to me all sounds became music, My
6 Then I woke softly, And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream, And questioning all those
bugle-calls, Trooping tumultuous, filling the midnight late, bending me power- less powerless , Entering my
2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting
the midnight, entering my slumber-chamber, For thee they sing and dance O soul.
cannot tell itself.) 3 Ah from a little child, Thou knowest soul how to me all sounds became music, My
6 Then I woke softly, And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream, And questioning all those
It also hints of deep unformed feelings mentioned in "Scented Herbage of My Breast," whose "O I do not
jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my
Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.
"Song of Myself" the persona's freeing himself of "ties and ballasts" and "skirt[ing] the sierras, my
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Holloway, Emory.
A very different book is the latest collection of the poems of Walt Whitman, entitled "Good-bye, My Fancy
potentates and powers, might well be dropped in oblivion by America—but never that if I could have my
Queries to My Seventieth Year
hun.00011xxx.00320HM 11207Queries To My Seventieth YearTo my seventieth year1888poetry1 leafhandwritten
; Heavily revised draft, signed, of Queries to My Seventieth Year, a poem first published in the May
Queries To My Seventieth Year
Queries to My Seventieth Year
Queries to My Seventieth Year. QUERIES TO MY SEVENTIETH YEAR.
Then he quietly chuckled: "But that's not surprising, not exceptional: my schemes never came to anything
back of this letter to draft "Grand is the Seen," a poem that was first published in his book Good-Bye My
My friend is a great admirer of yours. him and I have lately been reading your "Leaves of Grass" and
letter from December 29, 1862: "I wish you would write for me something…that I can present, opening my
Chase, however, kept the letter because he wanted an Emerson autograph; see Trowbridge, My Own Story
Buffalo— 12 Jan y 1863 Dear Sir, I am very sorry to be so late with my reply to your note, which was
You will see that I have dated my note from my known residence. With best hope, R. W.
I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is
I wish to see my benefactor, & have felt much like striking my tasks, & visiting New York to pay you
my respects.
My work is well known in England & I possess the highest possible testimonials regarding it from Cardinal
Yours Raymond Blathwayt I might add that Lord Tennyson lives in the parish in the I. of Wight of which my
May 6, 1891 My Dear Sir I hope you will allow me to come & have a chat with you for the Pall Mall Gazette
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
expression changed, and his face greeted ours with an arch confiding smile, as much as to say "I know, my
R.W.FrenchReading, Whitman'sReading, Whitman's"My reading," Whitman remarked to Horace Traubel in 1888
Now he announces: "I am indifferent to my own songs" (l. 44); it is enough that he is to be with the
The five-line poem VI poses the question: "What think you I have taken my pen to record?"
My summary at the outset of this article delineates a coherent, frank, confident, and even ebullient
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman (Boston: Beacon Press, 1985), p. 131.
Atlantic Av Your essay on Democracy stirred the depths within me I would say no flatering word to you my
I am unlearned and cannot see the same thoughts so as to form them in my mind yet their power is clear
on Earth and good will to man) was it ( Glory to God in the highest )—perhaps so if I had have put my
What a boon is Life. how glad I am every day that I am priveledged privileged to be one among my fellows
"You want to know in a word, then, the sum total of my life philosophy as I have tried to live it and
as I have tried to put it in my books.
It is only the closest student who would find it in my works.
The sum total of my view of life has always been to humbly accept and thank God for whatever inspiration
Dozens of pages of his rhythmic prose are not worth "My Captain," which among all his compositions comes
If Whitman, after the same length of time, proves more fortunate, it will be because he wrote "My Captain
Death and Night, inces- santly incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world: …For my
where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin —I draw near; I bend down, and touch lightly with my
the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world: …For my
where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my
of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my
look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my