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Finally he hitched a little closer and leaned forward to look in my face.

But he nodded, and grinned and hitched again, bringing his face close to my ear, then in a voice husky

he finally yelled right in my ear.

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

What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!

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 you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,

the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my

life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from 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 you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,

the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my

life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the

"It must be milder: my body tells me so." Letter from Bucke, he said. Searched for it.

He laughed heartily: "That's what I was just saying: it's my funeral that's in the way!"

He went on I could see rather because of his own impulse than of my suggestion.

He was interested in my account of my father's extensive reading of the German classics and of his great

I said I considered my playdays quite as valuable for life-making as my workdays: did he?

I remember my call this day a year ago. He gave me a copy of Passage to India. A year hence!

Give my love to W.W.

Some of my friends want your books and are forwarding the money through me.

I have been showing the photographs you gave me to my sister Dora—whose likeness you have.

preparations for my winter course of lectures.

Here is another characteristic scene of the dark and bloody year 1863, from notes of my visit to Armory

(I think I see my friends smiling at this confession, but I was never more in earnest in my life.)

A GLIMPSE FROM MY NOTES.

I can say that in my ministerings I comprehended all and slighted none.

It has given me my plainest and most fervent views of the true ensemble and extent of the States.

He listened attentively to my descriptions of going about and said: "Good! Good!"

McKay smoking his cigar—I with my book under my arm. Beguiled the time with talk.

It was always my impression that he did—that he was the first.

My dear Walt: I duly got your letter of May 5th and was glad to hear from you.

"My darling darling mother!"

To my: "I do," he answered: "The situation as I see it now is a good deal worse than I had supposed."

body thus and so: the question is my mind's question, not my body's: the mind, not the body, must answer

Knowing my name would be called I slipped out the back door. Salter asked for W.'

B. said: "I have no call to speak for Walt about this but my impression is that while he believes the

so—in my friends than in my enemies."

W. reading Stedman's Poets of America, which he put down on my entrance.

Then he said: "If you write to Stedman to-morrowtomorrow, give him my love: tell him I still keep my

but cheerful, inclined to accept all things as they come: reading some: writing some: spending all my

My Dear Friend. W. H.

Piper, using my name.

Very cordial and spoke of my birthday, this day. "Thirty-one!

I had a copy of The Standard in my pocket.

At this calling my attention to a copy of Poet Lore, "Do you see it?"

"My first impulse was, to have you read it, then pass it on to Dr.

One of my first questions is always that—not always spoken—not methodically thought, even—but in a way

Called my attention to the book in his hand.

"This is one of my countless memorandum books—I have had hundreds of them—this is a Washington one—now

Bucke made some suggestions as to head-line for my Whitman essay thus: I hope great things from your

I explained that they would not fall in line with the personal flavor of my paper.

But I ought to add of this, as I would of my own writing—you are the man who is writing it, or I am,

Tuesday with the money all safe am Obliged to you for it i thought perhaps the snow storm would prevent my

very kind if she ever comes to new york New York i hope she will come and see me and stay awhile give my

indignant indeed i felt anxious to get them and went out one of those slushey slushy days dident didn't get my

feet wet but got them very damp and cold and i got such a very bad cold and pain in my face i was real

sick two or three days i coulden t couldn't sleep for the pain in my face saturday Saturday night in

My Dear Friend, The American mail arrived here an hour ago & brought me your dear, good letter of Aug

23 rd & 24 th with Sloane Kennedy's letter to you enclosed, for which I return you my most cordial thanks

Ah my dear, good old Friend if you knew how I long for those dear missives, how s[w]eetly precious &

But I have had my innings & now he is having his. But all the same I say "Happy fellow!"

But I must possess my soul in patience & in due time all will come right I enclose a cutting from "The

The practice I had in America, & the vocal exercises that I used to indulge in during my mountain rambles

working men,—chiefly socialists; so I gave them as good an account of Leaves of Grass in connection with my

To my great delight, there proved to be several men there who knew L. of G. & who were able to join with

opposite side of the river, & the sound of fire-bells & galloping horses in the distance, drew me out of my

My American trip seems to have given me a new energy of assimilation too.

My Dear Mr Whitman It seems to be but yesterday that I saw you riding on the cars talking to the driver

again, it seems ten years, since I felt the old home Your photograph greets me every time I go into my

One of my friends came in the other day & said, "you have still got his picture hung up," & I said "yes

New Mexico, has changed me so My Dear Mr Whitman that you would not recognize me.

on the prairie with no house or food in sight when night came & had nothing to do but to roll up in my

beautiful weather again to-day, cool enough, and I feel very well—It is probable that I shall not take my

beef & apple pie—had company to dinner—I have come around to the office to sit in quiet awhile, by my

twelve miles—& boats sailing—I am going up to O'Connors towards 7 o'clock as usual—I am working at my

leisure on my little book —I dont know whether I have spoken of it before—in prose—those pieces in the

ready fixed—so I don't bother with it any more— Monday forenoon Aug 17 —Well, Mother, I will close up my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd

I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim- bus nimbus of gold-color'd light, From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd

I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim- bus nimbus of gold-color'd light, From my

Said to me concerning it: "It marks a new epoch in my life: another stage on the down-hill road."

W. said: "A Symonds letter is a red day for my calendar. This is one of them—an old letter."

My dear Sir.

My dear Mr.

My letter from him seems wholly sincere.

Bucke today referred to my letters in writing to W. This was a mistake.

But my first impression was a bad one and I have not moved from it.

"My half is in seeing you tickled," he replied.

My friends were fewer than my enemies but they blew a trumpet loud enough for everybody to hear."

That fits my intentions to a t—describes my ideal absolutely.

"So they wonder about my use of the apostrophe, do they?

I have so accustomed myself to it in my verse that I extend it to my prose for uniformity's sake.

My 'peculiarities,' as your printers call them, hardly go further than this.

My opinions are all, always, so hazy—so slow to come.

I have been treated fully up to my deserts and over."

The récherché or ethereal sense, as used in my book, arises probably from it, Calamus presenting the

attachment," concluding "I proceed for all who are or have been young men, / To tell the secret of my

The next poem, "Scented Herbage of My Breast," initially introduces an extraordinarily copious imagery

expose me more than all my other poems."

O pulse of my life! / Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs."

Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of my commission as Attorney General of the United States

I herewith enclose my oath of allegiance, duly executed.

Feel or fancy I feel, relief already as summer wanes—one of my doctors thinks much of my head trouble

. — I have come on here, for a few days on my jaunt to the Thousand Islands at the mouth of St Lawrence—shall

will do me good)—This is a splendid city, right on Lake Ontario—I shall be back in September—I enjoy my

Washington. 18 My Dear Sir, Your wishes admit of easy compliance, since Mr Browning has resolved to make

of pardon clerk and the opportunity will not be lost to add in the professional force of the office—my

Dear boy Pete, Nothing particular or new in my condition—I have been to the Doctor's to-day—had quite

Good bye my loving son. I will try to do better next week.

Camden Nov. 19 '87 My dear Sir I tho't I w'd send you word that Mr Eakins the portrait painter of Phila

suppose will continue off & on all the current month (or more)—so you might tell Miss Wheeler —Also give my

quite a while—I fear he is, medically, in a bad way—I am sailing along ab't as usual—have just had my

light dinner—Cool & raw weather here—my canary is singing blithely, as I write— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

Camden May 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd—thanks—yes, I am agreeable to your sending S[tedman] my former letter

O'C[onnor] (f'm the wife ) to day, & I am gloomy—Dr B[ucke] writes me every day & cheerily—Horace & my

Camden New Jersey US America Evn'g Sept 8 '89— Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d

story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you— Nothing new or notable in my affairs

My friend Mr Stedman tells me that he thinks you would allow me to call on you.

Since I left England it has been my greatest wish to have the great pleasure of seeing you that I hope

London Ontario Canada Dear Sir I send you a little circular adv: advertisement of my books—I sell them

send them from here—by mail—I shall be here till middle of August —after that at Camden, New Jersey, my

Camden 10 A M Dec: 21 '88 Every thing continues not unfavorable at least—had a fair night & have eaten my

Saturday, P M—Bright and real cold here—as I sit, the great wolf skin is spread on the chair to protect my

Camden April 7 '89 Y'r letters arrived & welcome—My card yesterday f'm Mrs: O'C speaks of our dear friend

sitting up next forenoon—Nothing new with me—Horace, Tom, Mrs: H. and Mr Morehouse have just call'd—My

the window middling comfortable—you must be near shore—Suppose you (by this gets to you,) have given my

best affectionate regards to my friends there, the Costelloes, the Smiths, the dear Bolton folks & all—Tom

Botta: My dear Madam: I sent you by mail about three weeks ago, (in compliance with your request of April

13,) the MS. of one of my poems, "O Star of France"—also a photographic portrait.

431 Stevens street Camden New Jersey March 21 '82 My friends I believe you have in MS one or two clusters

of my Notes — yours —they are paid for—I think I would like to look over them & touch them up to date

328 Mickle Street Camden Oct 11 '84 My dear friend Thank you for your kind & warm invitation to write

Walt Whitman I enclose my last screed in the Critic Walt Whitman to Talcott Williams, 11 October 1884

Kirkwood N J New Jersey Monday afternoon Aug August 20 My dear friend, I forward you the accompanying

The other two will you please take, or mail to my sister in Camden, soon as you have read?

Walt Whitman, Dear Sir:— Since the completion of my late work on "Nests & Eggs of Birds of the U.S.,"

Anything else that you would like to appear, will be given a place, if you will call my attention thereto

I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to

do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to