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s on my way home from West Philadelphia. Found him industriously reading proofs of book.
And, "I feel as if this was my last pull of shad!"
He is opposed to my making any plans for the birthday. "Who knows? I may not be above ground then!"
Had read the papers—written "some notes"—that was the "beginning and end of my day."
My dear Mr. Traubel:I have yours of the 15th.
"With each month that passes I feel more and more uncertain on my pins.""
A little of it here and there I might say no to, but I guess my no wouldn't be very loud."
My friends here and there, both sides, do not realize how badly broken up I am. Another thing.
"After my dear, dear mother, I guess Lincoln gets almost nearer me than anybody else."
I want Horace to come down with his hatchet or come down and use my hatchet and open the box."
hesitation he said, "I will get it for you—I should get up anyhow"—going then first to the chair with my
leaned very heavily on me—more heavily than I have ever known before—rather by his manner emphasizing my
On my way from Philadelphia and stopped in for 15 minutes.
": "My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, / They rise together
these lines may relate to the following line in the poem ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "I take my
To the Poor— I have my place among you Is it nothing that I have preferred to be poor, rather than to
To-day my soul is full of the love of the body.
"Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. ∗∗∗∗∗ While they discuss
The first doubt lodged in my mind against the claims of the Christian Church and ministry was the first
To my surprise and horror, they spent the whole time in regaling one another with smutty yarns.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!
soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass" (section 1).The second, related
knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my
own,And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,And that all the men ever born are also
my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,And that a kelson of the creation is love,And limitless
the 1881 edition are definitive, the annexes that appear after 1881—"Sands at Seventy" and "Good-Bye my
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.
aplomb in the midst of irrational things,Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,Finding my
less important than I thought,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Me wherever my
Born in Hingham, Massachusetts, Stoddard was raised in poverty after his sea-captain father was lost
named for himself" (2:41), and most strongly praises one of Whitman's most conventional lyrics, "O Captain
My Captain!" Stoddard's published criticism of Whitman widened the gap between the two.
My Discharge Papers are in the Hands of John P Hunt Attorney and Counsellor at Law 247 Broadway I wish
you would do me the favor of of of Looking up my Claim and Pushing it through for me as I have suffered
this John P Hunt and weather whether he is an authorized claim agent or not and about how Long Before my
[section 14] and "See, steamers steaming through my poems," etc.
other poems will remind the reader of the declaration that "I am myself just as much evil as good, and my
; Or rude in my home in Dakotah's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or withdrawn to muse
place, with my own day, here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
steamers steaming through my poems!
miner in California; Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or
place, with my own day, here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
steamers steaming through my poems!
rais'd by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my
, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse
place with my own day here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
rais'd by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my
, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse
place with my own day here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
I hear that you are sick & write a line to send you my love & all manner of kind wishes.
O'Grady | sent photos to him Dec 24 '81 11 Lr Lower Fitzwilliam St Dublin October 5, 1881 Dear Sir, My
My impressions regarding this literature I have published in various works.
poems & tales into a complete whole & so the student can never be exactly certain what is & what is not my
In the revolt of Islam he has a fine Panegyric on the future of America Fr For my own part I put him
I do not meet in you the expression of every changing ideal punctuating even the remotest parts of my
together in the same top floor bedroom, and when they traveled together Whitman referred to him as "my
one point, he wrote of his gratitude for Stafford's help in his medical recovery, declaring, " you, my
He swoops by me, and rebukes me hoarse ly with his invitation; He complains with sarcastic voice of my
roughs, a kosmos" (1855, p. 29) and "The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my
gab and my loitering. / I too am not a bit tamed . . . .
in contrast to the frustration of the preceding section: the speaker accepting the "souse upon me of my
ME SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my
friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The
press'd and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my
and trembling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same, late
en- circling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity, The oath of procreation I have sworn—my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late
and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my
trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late
and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my
trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayo- nets bayonets ; Spirit of gloomiest fears and
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future,
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my
mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me
with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my
mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me
with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future
In Specimen Days Whitman summed up the impact of the West: "I have found the law of my own poems" (Specimen
have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my
have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my
1904–1973), telluric and epic poet of America and of the people, declares, "I hold [Whitman] to be my
impending death as but one of his soul's many incarnations and promotions: "I receive now again of my
many translations, from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await me" ("So Long!").
especially profound or "real" form of experience which develops or "identifies" his soul: "O the joy of my
My soul vibrated back to me from them . . .
The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh" ("Song of Joys").This sense of
188uva.00260xxx.00264The sores on my shouldersBetween 1850 and 1855poetryhandwritten1 leaf8 x 15 cm;
on the back of this leaf (uva.00565) relate to the manuscript poem Pictures.; uva.00565 The sores on my
11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my
bloodshot eyes He stops the steamboat and till she will paddle off with away take my woman, and paddle
The sores on my shoulders
titled "The Sleepers": "How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my
My dear Mr.
Ye Painte Shoppe, 1833 Spruce Street Philadelphia My Dear Mr.
Whitman, My small colored boy is the bearer of a note to Mr.
included are: As the Time Draws Nigh, Ashes of Soldiers, Years of the Modern, Thoughts, Song at Sunset, My
when he attempts to "tell the best," he finds that he cannot:My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,My
Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with
theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air
, soil, water, fire, know of my name?
When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath
Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with
theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air
, soil, water, fire, know of my name?
When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath
Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my
heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my
many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my
Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my
heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my
many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my
I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines . . . my own master total and absolute" (section
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!
Camerado, I give you my hand!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!
Camerado, I give you my hand!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
My call is the call of battle—I nourish active re- bellion rebellion ?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! Be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!