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of Grass, eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my
man who tenderly nursed the wounded Union soldiers and as tenderly sung the dirge of their great captain
My remarks here repurpose and reaffirm (in a much broader context now of Whitman Archive work on Whitman's
annotations) my earlier treatment in Whitman and Tradition: The Poet in His Century (New Haven: Yale
When I am in a room with people, if I am free from speculating on creations of my own brain, then, not
"So here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—I and my book—casting backward glances
over our travelled road…That I have not gained the acceptance of my own time but have fallen back on
I had my choice when I commenced.
I present my tribute, drop my bit of laurel into the still warm, firm hand of the victorious singer.
These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule, I take and grave it to
Whitman defended himself by reversing his previous commentary and writing "My Tribute to Four Poets"
"I call it my war paralysis," said the poet.
Y.) and My Life on It as Child and Young Man…Printing Office—Old Brooklyn…Lafayette…Broadway Sights…My
I have been exercised deeply about it my whole life.)
Again he was ask'd to yield, this time by a rebel captain.
The rebel captain then shot him—but at the same instant he shot the captain.
From today I enter upon my 64th year.
Chairman Grey delivered the address of welcome, to which the poet responded briefly as follows: "My friends
All I have felt the imperative conviction to say I have already printed in my books of poems or prose
Deeply acknowledging this deep compliment with my best respects and love to you personally—to Camden—to
Give more than my regards to Walt Whitman, who has won such a splendid victory over the granitic pudding-heads
It still maintains: I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable; I sound my barbaric yawp over
GOOD-BYE, MY FANCY. An Annex to Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. 8vo, pp. 66.
And in my own day and maturity, my eyes have seen and ears heard, Lincoln, Grant and Emerson, and my
I have put my name with pen and ink with my own hand in the present volume.
I felt it all as positively then in my young days as I do now in my old ones: to formulate a poem whose
, and has been the comfort of my life since it was originally commenced.
Then the simile of my friend, John Burroughs, is entirely true.
My Captain!”; Whitman’s new poems in newspapers; and his essays on various topics.
My Captain!”
My Captain!” and unusual in his poetry in general.
My Captain!”
94–96; Worthington version of Leaves My Captain!
A line like "What think you I take my pen in hand to record?"
dear friends, my lovers.
my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
What is yours is mine, my father . . .
my likeness!
Only late in life could Whitman acknowledge, "As I get older, and latent traits come out, I see my father's
Portions of this manuscript appeared in Some Personal and Old-Age Jottings, first published in Good-Bye My
My Captain!”
The copy of “O Captain! My Captain!” is dated by WW as March 9, 1887, as is a Gutekunst photograph.
My February 1. From R. Brisbane. Syracuse. Captain!” LC. CT: WWWC 4: 266–67. April(?) 19.
McIlhaney, a Captain! My Captain!”
, My Captain!”
This book is dedicated to my husband, Larry, my love, my heartbeat, and my favorite dance partner. abbReviaTions
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
my colleagues.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
these documents his deep and abiding fascination with the place that he repeatedly called, simply, "my
"I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city," that poem begins: and behold!
there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my
For example, this manuscript is seemingly the first time that Whitman refers to New York as "my city.
my city!" And its fifth and final usage in 1860 comes in the volume's concluding poem, "So long!"
His text is—and it is a stalwart text: "I stand in my place, with my own day, here!" II.
"I resist anything better than my own diversity," he says.
Clifford in his essay on "Cosmic Emotion:" "I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled far-
"My sun has his sun, and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that Show of blacken'd mutilated corpses!
My fit is mastering me!”
I put on my coat and hat.”
And I kept writing my own poetry.
My brothers and my sisters of this New World, we remember that, as Whitman said, “I do not trouble my
“You know,” she said, “I didn’t know anything about him at that time.We had read ‘O Captain, My Captain
I make my way, / I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, / I do not hurt you more than
edition of 500," he wrote to his friend William O'Connor, adding that "I could sell that number by my
My Captain!" and "When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd."
And he found particular significance in the cover: "This is my design—I conceived it."
Body, set to them my name," followed by a blank space where Whitman added his signature in each copy
his remarks to others of how it was to live with Louisa and George: "[I] have for three years, during my
as at an inn—and the whole affair in precisely the same business spirit" (Correspondence 3:47), and "My
the morning, & keeps me a good bed and room—all of which is very acceptable—(then, for a fellow of my
For today, my work is done. It is growing dusky.
, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse
"My lovers suffocate me . . . thick in the pores of my skin."
I sit, my gaze directed to my world map. I sing the ocean, the mother of the earth.
This is what my taste tastes. . . .
I am grateful to my friend, Tony Brown, UCNW, Bangor, for drawing Forster's article to my attention.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living.
For my own part, I may confess that it shone upon me when my life was broken, when I was weak, sickly
For this reason, in duty to my master Whitman, and in the hope that my experience may encourage others
Where Whitman had written "my Mississippi" or "prairies in Illinois" or "my prairies on the Missouri,
All my free time was devoted to memorizing the self-tutor as if this were my sole salvation.
I had broken completely with my family.
I opened at random and read: My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras
, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision . . .
My boy, ten years old, said to me this morning, "Have you got a book with a poem in it called '0 Captain
My Captain!' I want to 234 WHITMAN IN HIS OWN TIME learn it to speak at school."
my Captain!"
"Most of my readers ne glect my prose."
My Captain!
In 1954 my own L'Evolution de Walt Whitman après la première édition des "Feuilles d'herbe" offered to
(It has been hailed with enthusiasm by reviewers, though is is less faithful to the text than my own.
I have lost my wits . . . I and nobody else am the greatest traitor . . .
You villain touch, what are you doing . . . my breath is tight in its throat; Unclench your floodgates
My soul! . . . My ties and ballasts leave me . . . I travel, I sail.
so, Poet-Prophet Beside your song, Rising to join it, a new chant: —the chant of the anxious soul of my
He had not heard Whitman's advice in "Song of Myself" that "he most honors my style who learns under
In Lincoln Whitman incarnated his concept of the "redeemer" of the Americans, of the "captain," of the
In "My Boys and Girls" Whitman fondly recalls carrying on his shoulders young George, "his legs dangling
down upon my breast, while I trotted for sport down a lane or over the fields" (248).
Fredericksburg, Second Bull Run, the Wilderness, and Petersburg was reflected in the stripes (sergeant, captain
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." . . . .
My Captain!”).
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
I am running on my nerve, I am running on my spinal cord!
my life.
My Captain!
I took my M.A. in 1947 and my Ph.D. in 1949, the year after Lucy took hers.
I want to conclude by describing my encounter with someone my wife and I met when we visited Whitman's
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
I am grateful to my colleague Jerome Loving for calling my attention to this essay by Allen, an early
I thank my friend and former colleague Kenneth Price, who directed this dissertation, for calling my
My husband, John, has been as supportive in this as in all my ventures.
It includes the metered (atypical for Whit man) "0 Captain! My Captain!"
My Captain!" appears in the Sat urdayPress. 16 NOVEMBER.
After the lecture he is presented with a bouquet of lilacs and then reads "0 Captain! My Captain!"
My Captain," 70, Mask," 109 71, 54 "Out of May's Shows Se "O d e.- By Walter Whit lected,"161 "Out of
I have known that Cleveland is a reader and admirer of my books, but I really don't know anything at
Did I ever tell you the caution my doctor gave me when I left Washington?
Andrew appears in an early Whitman prose work, "My Boys and Girls," published in The Rover (20 April
ultimately, they all served, in various ways, the poet's ambitious agenda, by which, "with the twirl of my
My Captain!” and then a review of Drum-Taps.
“O Captain! My Captain!”
In 1889, he told Traubel, “It’s My Captain again: always My Cap- tain: the school readers have got along
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the
29, 75–76, 109–10, 159–61, 195; and My Captain!”
" thatwould Who is he become my follower?
What I and be asregardless experi ence or shall go from my composition with portray out a shred of my
I heard low one my you,too, murmuring through ofthe wristsaround my head, Heard the pulseof you,when
"He you who spreads a wider breast than own the my proves width of my own.
"BefIrwas born out of my mother, generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid nothing
She is an unnamed fourteen-year-old in his story "My Boys and Girls" (1844) and is presented as the sweet
Hannah Whitman appears in Whitman's story "My Boys and Girls" (1844) as a fair and delicate youth.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
Captain and all the My Captains in my book!
“I felt my life with both my hands” (Fr 357). 25.
, My Captain,” 18, Wittgenstein, Ludwig, 57, 95 233n29; “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry,” Wolosky, Shira, 30
Olympian day at the Ritterhouse, when Whitman and Burroughs visited us together, I told Whitman of my
New York, Nov 18 187 8 My Dear Whitman: I am sorry that the pay for that Gathering the Corn article was
one could fail then [during the War] to admire his zeal and devotion, and I am afraid that at first my
If it doesn't come with this it will be because of my being compelled to go down to Washington as a witness
If by reason of my absence it should be overlooked, pray remind me of it.
This manuscript contributed to American's Bulk Average, which first appeared in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891
appears early, in section 2, as an image of oppression ("O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my
Lilacs," all disparate elements have been reconciled: "Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my
And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!
voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.
I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee
And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!
voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.
I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul!
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions. 18 I saw the vision
Must I pass from my song for thee; From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, com- muning communing
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Chari, V.K.
And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life; Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or noth-
ing nothing of my real life; Only a few hints—a few diffused, faint clues and indi- rections indirections
, I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.)