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Small the Theme of My Chant. From the 1867 edition L. of G. SMALL THE THEME OF MY CHANT.
Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One's- Self One's-Self —a simple, separate person
My Days I sing, and the Lands—with interstice I knew of hap- less hapless War.
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.
me, and takes the place of my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.
my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?
carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!
THE SLEEPERS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and the most restless, I pass my hands
He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.
. 2 I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me and I am
darn my grandson's stockings.
THE SLEEPERS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and the most restless, I pass my hands
He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.
. 2 I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me and I am
darn my grandson's stockings.
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.
my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?
I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I am their
carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!
Sleep-Chasings SLEEP-CHASINGS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.
my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?
carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!
—What seek you do you want among my haughty and jealous democracies of the north?
woman, or my flesh and blood.
—There are my officers and my courts.—At the Capitol is my Legislature.
—It is foreign to my usages, as to my eyes and ears.—Go back to the power that sent you.
free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers, or sea shore.— 19 But why do I babble
India or South American port—as far as possible with foreign hands and only American officers—the captain
One of the principals goes as supercargo, unless the captain be a principal.
of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain
Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's
successful, having landed her cargo somewhere on the coast of Cuba, she is usually burned or sunk, and captain
of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain
Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's
on slang, so he submitted "Slang in America," with some assurance, remarking that slang was "one of my
Sir Edwin rushed toward him and exclaimed, "My dear friend, I am delighted to see you."
It stirs the cockle of my blood to read the nice things you say of me."
"Have you some of my poetry in your memory?" exclaimed the aged poet.
1524 Walnut Street Philadelphia My Dear good gray Poet— Ever since I bought the first edition of Leaves
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow
Who are you, my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—And who are you, my child and darling?
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow
Who are you, my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—And who are you, my child and darling?
A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I
Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?
A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I
Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?
You should see my old mother— spry today, gets about without a stick, not bowed, nor over much wrinkled
They all came down, my brothers, sister, & the three children, & didn't get back to bed again till past
I find my brother a very democratic individual—rather opinionated & too "damn sure" to get on easy with
The first my brother said when I showed him the Hicks picture was—"He's the man who said the blood of
Traubel he later said: "I can see defects; this forehead, for instance, is not quite as it should be; but my
My dear Sir: A short time ago while on a visit to New York I happened one evening to find your Leaves
Bayard Taylor's library: and taking it with me to my room at the hotel I spent a night of glory and delight
purchase a copy (which please mail to the above address) I cannot resist the temptation to render you also my
the person which your pages so unreservedly make, yet I feel sure that I understand you therein, and my
Have been clearing up my studio, so I can feel a little decent on Sunday.
—my shiping shipping apartments, I mean. I'm staying in one part of my studio for a few weeks.
Chicago Dear Walt,— The old war refrain—"All's quiet on the Potomac" —seems to have a new rendering in my
thought as I go about my daily work: "All silent in Camden."
with me an hour or so, and, on departing, asked permission to write a paragraph for the journal about my
But he made the worst mess about the Holmes talk, & my contempt for facts .
Is Mrs Davis still with you—Give her my best regards.
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
located, but the passages alluded to, including the "old varmint" story, appear in a similar form in "My
My sister has gone home. My brother is busy in the shop; & the children in school.
She dont exactly see why I can not do my work here.
I shall bring on my bust of her when I come.
My brother's wife died some years ago, leaving 3 children.
He says my copy is quite as good as the original. I dont think so myself, tho' it aproximates.
were not so close fisted, I should predict that they would buy copies of the book by the score, but my
I am doing fairly well—am getting where I pay expenses now, with my entertainments.
A wealthy lady of culture by chance came to one of my evenings at B's church, & was thus pleased , she
bought my Carlyle & Emerson, & engaged me for two parlor entertainments at her own home.
Mebbe Maybe no, & mebby maybe yes," quoth my Italian. I sent Mrs.
Davis the Register with report of my modeling in the church.
I fear my hero belongs to an impossible age.
What 'hinders my going over the whole country?
My health is "boss," & I feel like raging about. Keep so, so.
Feb 22. 1888 Richmond - Ind Dear Walt; Last night was my first real attempt at the kind of splurge we
I began by a ten minute reading as a sort of "prayer" or prelude, & then turned to my clay & modeled
I had your photos there—& many others, with my busts of Hicks, Sumner, Emerson, & my little head of mother—We
I wish I had photos of my big busts of you & of the statuette, negatives small size fit for stereopticon
Next Sunday's Register will print my opening remarks & give a account of the evening I shall send you
I take it my spirit-sense of your condition is not likely to fail after all.
I used it at my talk last week. Think I shall put up another for my own use.
I find I can co-operate with them & do my work on common ground.
My exhibition will include a variety of things.
I am going to send for my Cleveland statue & your bust.
I felt like doffing my hat to old Dame nature.
At my request he sends the paragraph on the back of his own photo.
My drawings and my clay greatly interest her and a large company of boys & girls who flock to her porch
God sends my due—or approximates it. My busts sell, but my landlord stands at the door.
My lectures succeed, but the money they bring takes me back home, & then comes a dying whisper—"nothing
for your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my
well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my
well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my
"My Boys and Girls" (1844), critics agree, is a reminiscence about Whitman's many brothers and sisters
of the stranger was not deficient in dignity, but it seemed far unlike the dignity of princes and captains
Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
My dear Sir: Would you be willing to entertain a proposition to cross this Autumn to England and deliver
From facts in my possession I am quite sure that you would be very successful for the cultured class
My friend and yours, R.
Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher, which was published first in The Cosmopolitan (October 1887) and reprinted in Good-Bye My
six-line poem, first published in the second annex to the 1891 edition of Leaves of Grass, "Good-Bye my
It was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) under the title Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher.
It was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) under the title Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher.
Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher, which was published first in The Cosmopolitan (October 1887) and reprinted in Good-Bye My
Shakspere for America was later reprinted in The Critic on 27 September 1890, as well as in Good-Bye My
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) under the title "Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher.
confidential friend,) of which the following is part: "——You may be tired of such outpourings of spleen, but my
* * * Mother, my throat chokes, and my blood almost stops, when I see around me so many people who appear
"I shall give up my teacher's place," said he to his mother, "and come to live with you; we will have
I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my whole scheme that
Whitman said in "A Backward Glance," "I have not gain'd acceptance of my own time, but have fallen back
I hope to be able to announce in my next the commencement of our agricultural operations.
Woodland, California December 2, 1891 My Respected Sir: I hope you will not consider this impertinent
I hope my letter will be received in the spirit in which it is sent. Address all in my name.
included some of Whitman's most recognizable poetry: "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," "O Captain
My Captain!," and "Chanting the Square Deific."
Betsy Erkkila has offered a historical reading of "Lilacs" and "O Captain! My Captain!"
Likewise, in "As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado," Whitman employs a defiant persona who unsettles
.— The old house in which my father's grand parents lived, (and their parents probably before them, )
—Some of them are yet represented by descendants in New England My father's grandfather was quite a large
—My father's father I never saw.— Mother's family lived only two or three miles from West Hills—on a
—Her mother 's (my great grandmother's) maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams,
the lampblack and oil with which the canvass covering of the stage was painted, would make me.— After my
It is at my room 419 N.Y. av. . Please call for it. Yours truly Geo. F.
I write to them more to my satisfaction, through my poems.
My book is my best letter, my response, my truest explanation of all.
As to my literary situation here, my rejection by the coteries-& my poverty, (which is the least of my
Ed my nurse gets my breakfast & gets it very well.
For my love for you is hardly less than my love for my natural parent.
Whitman used lines from Pictures for the poem My Picture-Gallery, first published in Leaves of Grass
with a secret wish that I had not begun to read and a vow that I would never do the like again), by my
Lowell voices in the best way it can be voiced this limitation, or to my mind wrong poetic notion, in
"Behind the hill, behind the sky, Behind my inmost thought, he sings; No feet avail; to hear it nigh,
—you say in "New York;" but I had my hearing of most of those you mention elsewhere.
Sidney Morse . ∗ "Good-Bye, my Fancy!" Walt Whitman. 1891. The Second Annex to "Leaves of Grass"