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so that my reference to it will not be of use to you. I help all I can here its circulation.
"the Gita" is one of my favourite Books, it is the gem of all Indian lore. it is as wide in its teachings
—but what is it that is not so. and to Carlyle and my own nature too and lastly to you and your teachings
I pause in my thoughts on all such, and gaze on them in wonderment—even with awe and silence too.— How
Will my subscription to your New Edition of your works, if sent you direct to America, be of any real
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
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
The book reached me this morning, and has taken its place among the volumes that stand within my reach
My Dear Friend Walter I now take my pen to Write you a few lines to let you know that I am Well and I
opens We Will have enof to do I think that this summer is agoing to settil this War I am Willing to do my
I enjoyed my visit so much I would to go to Camden often.
Governor will be our next President. if the Democrats get up a muss I am ready to sholder shoulder my
Give my respects to Frank Post Please accept my sincere thanks for the present you sent me.
Walt Whitman Esq Dear Sir I will Sell My Lot on Royden St—for $450—all clear of incumbrance.
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
dialects, And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my
dialects, And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my
leaf; A draft entitled This Journey (the manuscript suggests Whitman was also considering the title My
"I've been taken and taken beyond count," he said, "taken from every side—even from my blind side."
distributed by various photographers and by Whitman himself, had made him something of a celebrity: "my
Other identifications came from my examination of Whitman's notebooks, correspondence, daybooks, and
round on my neck") as it looked at the world; his catalogues brought reality hurtling into poetry with
the risks of inclusiveness: "What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,/ Me going in for my
the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me
I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my plough—I
will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall expose
transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me
and meat; I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my
plough—I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall
transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,
I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the
transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,
I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the
transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
"Some walk by my side" as equals, "some behind" as followers, "and some embrace my arms or neck" as lovers
and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a silent troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive—thicker
lilac, with a branch of pine, Here out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida
from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my
stopping now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side, and some behind, and some em- brace embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of dear friends
lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida
from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my
now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive
something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me, Here, lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my
now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive
something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me, Here, lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my
THESE carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, For completion I dedicate to the Invisible
THESE carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, For completion I dedicate to the Invisible
My dear Walt Whitman, We are so sorry to hear you are so ill, & we long to help you.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Mr Walt Whitman, Dear Sir, For the first time in my life I heard of you last winter, and your wonderful
That was my first acquaintance with you. It was also a revalation revelation .
That is all of yours I have ever read, just enough to whet my appetite.
I want it badly but had spent all my spare change before I knew I wanted it.
it round like a barrel, as it were, the poetry was all choked out and it fell flat and insipid from my
senses all men is truth; Logic and sermons never convince ; me; The dew of the night drives deep er into my
/ Logic and sermons never convince, / The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. / Only what proves
17unc.00012xxx.00486Then my mother hastening1883-1888prose1 leafhandwritten; This manuscript contains
Then my mother hastening
before being collected in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891). [Then Another and very grave point]
In Specimen Days (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), as well as his early newspaper
From my very soul, I look with sorrow on the pitiable and black souled malice which actuates such men
371886, Apr. 15, "Abraham Lincoln"loc.01762xxx.00531[The subject or text of my]1879–1887prose1 leafhandwrittenprinted
[The subject or text of my]
has been attached by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with And there, Drops of my
“No parish money, no loaf, No pauper badges for me, A son of the soil, by right of toil Entitled to my
No alms I ask, give me my task Here are the arm, the leg, The strength, the sinews of a man, To work
leafhandwritten; Draft fragment of a note for the short poem An Ended Day, which was first published in Good-Bye My
It will be the whole expression of the design which I had in my mind When I Began to Write.
Now, that is the way it has been with my book. It has been twenty-five years building.
My theory in making the book is to give A Recognition of All Elements compacted in one— e pluribus unum
"My poetry," continued Mr.
Many of my friends have no patience with my opinion on this matter.
prefatory poem of the 1867 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was later revised as Small the Theme of My
prefatory poem of the 1867 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was later revised as Small the Theme of My
Mymanuscriptwasrevisedunderverydifficultconditions,andIowea great deal to my siblings—the late Rachel
both for magazine publication and for the 1881 edition of Leaves of Grass, where it was published as My
It was later published under the title Some Personal and Old-Age Jottings in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891)
have the Constitution always on its side, by the simple application of Swift's axiom—"Orthodoxy is my
My dear little wife wants to write you a letter, and will when the domestic gods are propitious, so that
—My wife sends her warm regards to you. She desires much to see you. W.W.T.
That Shadow My Likeness
That Shadow, My Likeness THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
it where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But in these, and among my
lovers, and carolling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
That Shadow, My Likeness. That Shadow, my Likeness.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; —But in these, and among my
lovers, and caroling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
That Shadow My Likeness. THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a liveli- hood livelihood , chattering, chaffering
and looking at it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But among my
That Shadow My Likeness. THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a liveli- hood livelihood , chattering, chaffering
and looking at it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But among my
This was revised to become section 40 of Calamus in 1860; in 1867 it was retitled That Shadow, My Likeness
They hail from Bushwick, and consist of 62 muskets, Walter Jimmerson, Captain.