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sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

the November 27 issue (p. 282), however, did contain a paragraph about Whitman's forthcoming Good-Bye My

described to Horace Traubel in his letter of December 25, 1890: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, reproduce all in my

Have you studied out my land, its idioms and men?

What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?

Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, nobility, meanness—to appear again in my strength, gait

Underneath all is nativity, I swear I will stand by my own nativity—pious or impious, so be it!

I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

As usual, W. was not at home at the moment of my arrival, though coming soon after.

My dear Mr. Traubel,You will be alarmed at my corrections.

But they are absolutely necessary & you must let me pay for the proof changes—My "involved style!"

"My head has been in a queer chaotic condition—as though in a whirl of phlegm."

I was not in my best condition—this trouble was on me—and so we did not say much."

and "My 71st Year." with his own written corrections."

Ed told me at one time he thought he could push it over—so I thought it my duty to get rid of it—remove

Said to me as I came in, "You arrive just at the right minute: I am just returned from my trip."

It is a very interesting little volume, without which my "W.

I am glad my letter was in time for the Postscript of the volume.Thanks for your article on last Birthday

Had my notes in his breast pocket, marked "Horace," descriptive of room, etc.

Had slipped shoes and stockings off, but on my entrance put latter on, asking me to a seat.

Consumed nearly the whole time of my stay questioning me on our yesterday's walk.

I often think that pica is, after all, my type: it is so ample, so satisfies the eye; and then I am inclined

s letters)—"It is what my grandfather called Unitarianism, 'a feather bed to catch a falling Christian

Still thinks he has la grippe—cold in head, sore throat—but he looks very well.Said to me, "I got my

I expressed my pleasure over the notes he gave me yesterday.

You need not quote much: if you give them as my words, they will be taken as mine without that guarantee

"I advised him—perhaps he might make up a Dutch piece—about my ancestry—in a shape the Critic would take—and

"This will be my last public appearance, without a doubt: it is not in me to make a trial again: at least

In my own work—in Leaves of Grass—I have known no anxiety greater than to keep abreast of these results—not

Spoke particularly of "wishing Agnes [my sister] to be present—and Mrs. Harned, too."

Bucke tomorrow, I must save all my strength."

which says, the August number of Lippincott's is to contain a poem by Walt Whitman called 'Good-Bye My

It is like the arbor business on my birthday. Have you Doctor's letter with you? Yes?"

Had he seen how Tucker in Liberty had taken up my debate with Trumbull?

—"to rest and let the billows brush over him"—he said, "You have hit the secret there—that has been my

Laughed at my "lynx-eyes," etc.

For my part I didn't think either Parnell or Gladstone in themselves important—that they stood for anything

"My copy of the Critic did not come this week. Was there anything in it I should see?"

I then promised to bring him my copy.

s on my way home. Found him very comfortable—looking well—reporting himself so-so.

And I was willing for that to let all my profit go—and more if it was necessary."

gesturing with great energy and saying to me—"I wish I really could repeat the lines—they are noble—have my

I had a fall last evening and dislocated my left shoulder (it was the right arm last time, three months

To the Editor of the Times— My attention has just been called to an article in your Saturday's issue,

My object in addressing you this note, is not to enter into an argument with him upon the propriety of

the costumes worn on the occasion alluded to; as that would be entirely out of my line, but merely to

Although it is not my province to notice his personal allusion, I cannot but think that sympathy might

My dearest Brother How very good you are to send me so much,—It was a great surprise, I dont don't know

know you feel so much interest in me, but Walt dear I shall mind fearfully your spending more money on my

—I have always thought if I was dangerously sick, my greatest wish would be to see you.

I am alone, my being sick has been bad for him I know '84 Hannah Whitman Heyde to Walt Whitman, 20 October

like to hear about the poor young men, after I have once begun to mention them—Mother, I have changed my

house was sold & the old lady I hired the room from had to move out & give the owner possession—I like my

new quarters pretty well—I have a room to myself, 3d story hall bedroom, I have my meals in the house

all—I will surely have to come home as soon as this Richmond campaign is decided—then I want to print my

Germantown 7 mo 1—57 My Dear Friend I received yours of the 29th last evening and hasten to comply with

enough light to find the true way, one thing has never failed me, that is to do this moment whatever my

Whitman is about to publish another edition of Leaves of Grass, leaving out all the objectionable parts, my

He that receives the inspiration knows the best, but I with all my ultra radicalism would be delighted

. | & wrote postal card August 14th/82 29 Lange Strasse Dresden My dear master I wish you could send

We went over one glacier, where my friend distinguished himself by falling into a crevasse.

Shall introduce quotations liberally & see what they think of my translation.

A shameful business altogether, which makes me thankful that I am not an Englishman except against my

in one ear and out the other her mother lives in brooklyn Brooklyn has her second husband she was in my

be alone) well walter Walter i have the whis p er s of heavenly death it lays here on the table by my

and have had one person ask me to let her take it hom i said no i would rather not let it go out of my

liked it it was so solemn) i got your letter this day with 2 dol dollars i am feeling better to day my

A scotch mist this morning so I could not go on as usual with my out-door painting but the afternoon

Expect to stay in the neighborhood another week, when I shall shift my diggings as my bedroom window

will not open: a small cottage, otherwise to my mind.

Walter Storms April 26—75 Pascack Apr. 20 1875 My dear Friend, Mr.

to hear from you so soon after writing nevertheless, I was just as glad to hear from you, I wrote in my

inches of snow and people rode with the sleigh, there are no gardens made yet, but I have plants in my

I am not much of a young man yet, I am 17 years old, all but a few days, but very small for my age I

consideration is swallowed up in the consciousness that you like what I have written—that you feel that my

My principal corrections—the ones I feel specially desirous to have made are as follows: I.

Bucke sent me my foot-note, and I have made the change (Page 100.).

to think of anything—in fact, I have been in too much trouble to think effectually—that is to give my

It is all out of my hands now, and I do hope everything will turn out well.

The P.M.G usually treats me rather cavalierly over my own things: the young fellows who do the literary

Did you ever read his Story of My Heart?

I, too, often doubt any absolute empire, even the most cosmic, over the human will: that is my feeling

'73 Friday morning—9 o'clock Dearest mother, The sun shines out bright & cheerful this morning—& in my

first sick) —I think I am feeling better to-day, & more like myself—I have been in the habit of soaking my

cold—so I have stopt stopped it, & I have a notion I feel better from stopping it— —I have just had my

here, rooms enough to live in for you & Ed and me —I realize it more, far more now, than ever—even for my

with a shed kichen with no fireplace in the house except in the kichen. . . . what do you think of my

50-51uva.00190xxx.00413xxx.00047Thought [Of closing up my songs by these]1857-1859poetryhandwritten2

Thought [Of closing up my songs by these]

Sir: I am sorry to say that it hardly seems to me to belong to my official duty to attempt an answer

you find in the Territory—but fear that it is hardly practicable to remedy it by the transmission of my

Tenn. dated the 8th inst. in relation to his claim for bounty, with your endorsement thereon, asking my

I hope, therefore, that you will excuse me from undertaking a service beyond my official duty.

After my distinct personal announcement to you that such delinquencies must not be repeated, this conduct

to take this step until the present moment, in the hope that your course would enable me to gratify my

Upon a careful consideration of this opinion, I adhere to the position expressed in my letter to you

course by which it can be set at rest, & this is, by instituting prosecution, as I have advised in my

with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has be- come become not yours only, nor left my

body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,

AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE. 1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering

then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my

AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before

then I answered, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my

or a girl with me, I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my

body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard

These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to

or a girl with me, I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my

body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard

Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?

done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my

As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before

then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my

Johnstons (in 10th street)—his jewelry store is at 150 Bowery, cor Broome—call & see him—quite a lull in my

book selling, & in my affairs, & literary doings, generally— W W The following are responsible for particular

A-1127 328 Mickle Street Camden Dec. 14 '84 My dear friend Upon the whole I shall have to beg off from

Give my friendliest greetings & wishes to Miss Terry & Mr Irving—Should they, or either, feel any day—say

My vacation is nearly done, & in four or five days more I shall be back in Washington.

here in Providence—I have been with him a good deal—he is not very well, but goes around—Will finish my

Feby 9th 92 My dear Whitman— I am going away to-day—first to Buffalo—then Cleveland—then Chicago—Cincinnati—and

I think of you hundreds of times a day and you are in my heart always.

by it badly—feel it to-day worse than yet—have had a few mouthfuls of dinner, & am sitting here in my

your letter & O'C[onnor]'s to you —H[erbert] G[ilchrist] is here painting, & Morse sculping—I enclose my

I go straight to my subject. Do not call me an autograph fiend.

your leisure, write me out on good paper, one side only, so that I may frame it with your portrait for my

My eye is now under battery treatment (assault-and-battery treatment, you would think to look at it!)

and just as soon as I can recover my sight a little better, I will plunge into the volume, which now

I have had quite a spell of it—been in bed and in my room since 10 th say 17. days—a long sick spell

My work has fallen behind at the office (tho Beemer has done first rate while I was sick) shall have

had time to rite to you untill now & I have not got much time now the toe is most all healed up but my

foot is swelled so that I can not get my boot on it swelled from walking from the depot out her but

But I must tell you the news which is the cause of my writing For, this bright beautiful day gave birth

I am still engaged in perfecting my invention by repeated experiments.

C Studio 21 Pearl St Sept. 8. 91 My dearly esteemed Brother and most reliable Friend— Han rec' d your

Heyde Have paid my taxes, this year—an assessment for water pipe of 15 dollars is yet unpaid.

Nov. 24, 1891 My Dear Whitman: I take the liberty of sending you a barrel of potatoes and some cider,

it seeming to be the best way I know of expressing my feelings these Thanksgiving times, although in