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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 . . . .

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

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

I hear that you are sick & write a line to send you my love & all manner of kind wishes.

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!

; Or rude in my home in Dakotah's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or withdrawn to muse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!

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, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse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, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse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!

[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

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

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.

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

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.

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

Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!

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.

": "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

On my way from Philadelphia and stopped in for 15 minutes.

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

"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."

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.

Thursday evening, upon my questions, he had said: "I should have gone out, to be sure—but was stagnated

Eminently cordial—spoke up instantly on my entrance: "I have had a call today from Tom and Mrs.

though somewhat irregularly, for it was nearly dark) endorsed it; sending it, as he put it there, "With my

At my mention deprecatively of "The Mystic Trumpeter," he explained: "I do not mean that—that is exceptional—that

Book in my hands (a present from Clifford; Gilman on Profit-sharing).

today, considering generosity and breadth of purport and spirit.Weather thereupon—the beauty of the day—my

To Tucker: "He has thumped me some for my emperor piece but is still my friend as I am still his friend

To O'Connor: "He, too, fell afoul of me for my emperor piece.

W. said to a visitor in my hearing: "The American people wash too much."

Whitman,I thank you heartily for my share in your Custer poem, which I have just read.

but I don't believe I deserved my friends."

for a week past felt like the devil, Doctor: no relief—none at all—except when I sleep—and curiously my

He said again, "I seem to get no relief—except as I come here—rest stretched out on my back.

He told Longaker, "Doctor, somehow or other I took the notion—it is another of my evil whims I suppose—that

Adding, as I edged towards the door—"Give my love to any of the boys you meet: tell them I still sit

Was greatly interested anyhow in my Germantown trip—in my description of greens—the rain-freshened landscape.I

W. listened intently to my rehearsal of Clifford's opinions and reasons, and for the rest of the time

of my stay seemed much more troubled and silent than before.

s consent to write to Stedman for my two letters, submit them to W., and if he approved, consent that

Nowadays my memory for names seems strangely deserting me—strangely."

But I held my own.

shakes in himself but because he has done some honor to his office—has done his best: not your best or my

My sister Agnes remarked: "The drives are certainly doing you good—you show it." He assented.

I forgive everybody: I am in a good mood for gentle things: the beautiful day, my hearty reception here

Give him my love: describe the last hour here at Harned's—the talk, the good feed, the good drink; say

(An added word yet to my song, far Discoverer, as ne'er before sent back to son of earth— If still thou

The public has little to do with my acts, deeds, words.

I long ago saw that if I was to do anything at all I must disregard the howling throng—must go my own

W. at once responded, "I like that a good deal—it is exactly my idea—and now I can make myself clear.

follows: While I stand in reverence before the fact of Humanity, the People, I will confess, in writing my

hill, fifty yards from the house, where my books and papers are, and where I spend most of my time.

I have theories of my own."

How considerate, gentle and generous my British friends are!

L. and my New England friends.

world dont mourn forme my beloved sons and daughters farewell my dearbeloved Walter" Sunday, April 7

I fully see the advantages of it and have mentioned it in my Preface.

But I think I can rely on my father's helping me to the extent needed.

I was born in this town and know every field and nearly every tree since my childhood.

He and my mother are greatly delighted with the two grandchildren we have brought them home.

Rolleston," said W., "has proved to be one of my staunchest friends.

He sat in his armchair reading the Press, but at once took the Herald out of my hands.

I can honestly say that I like to hear all that is to be said in criticism of my work, my life: but you

My vehemence amused him.

That will be my good-bye to the letter.

The world must move on without my fighting for it."

Majestic)—we shall all feel that we are receiving an old & dear friend.I have not seen Wallace since my

—that my mind is bound to last me out whatever becomes of my body." Spoke of the Harneds.

My father spoke of the Twenty Years' drawings in the Magazine of Art as being "so Scotch."

Gilder has always been my friend—very good friend—indeed, I may say my 'dear' friend, speaking for myself

Gilder as well as Watson himself, I'd had one of the times of my life.

appreciation, my love for them, has no ifs and buts either." [1905.

Sunday, August 2, 1891Did not see W. today—but on my way to Philadelphia stopped at Post Office where

Either he stepped behind his wife or she ran between us, for, by the time I had my pistol in my hand,

Our right arms crossed and I felt the muzzle of his pistol against my coat when I fired."

I felt that my revolver had missed fire and that I was wounded.

With the idea that my gun was no good, I dropped it and grabbed Baker's wrist.

After my bath, I sat a long while here, naked, not a stitch on, fanning myself—but even that was only

I have had a bad day—a very miserable bad day: but I notice my bad days often come just before my best

I am more likely any time to be governed by my intuitive than by my critical self, anyhow.

, in my need: who can tell?

To my sister and my father who in these last few days have seen W. for the first time since his present

One of my doctors thinks much of my head trouble the past three months is from the sun.

Here he handed me Sylvester Baxter's letter, reading thus:Boston, July 30, 1890.My dear friend:That young

I did not ask any question, I rarely do, but I put in—"I wish it was my privilege"—something in my manner

It did my eyes good to see her again. She seemed to bring the whole past back with her."

And in fact it has long been one of my cherished thoughts."

And she assured me I could have everything my own way with them."

A great many of my things here used to disappear that way."

And he gave me some of the slip reprints of my Post piece of 1st (reprinted on four-page leaflet).

nevertheless.Bucke wrote me in letter I received today—written the 29th—about Scovel:London, Ont., 29 Aug 1890 My

Yes, by all means try to write a line from time to time—I will keep up my end!

For to me, after all, the final security is, if anywhere, in my atmosphere, in the ridiculous impossibility

of things reputed of me, in my work, in authorized pronouncements.

remarked, looking at me.Looked over a Christian Register I had with me in which was copied in full my

4, 1889Did not see Whitman today, but he went over proof-sheets I left with him and sent them up to my

adding after my reply: "I see I am all right: I often use the word and yet lose the sense of it.

It is queer, too, Childs being so unmistakably my friend.

I imagine that it is an act of religion in McKean not to patronize a man of my make.

Some of my enemies are malignants—for instance, Littlebill Winter, as O'Connor calls him, and Stoddard

He said: "I believe in the higher patriotism—not, my country whether or no, God bless it and damn the

President —That is my last name.

glad, Doctor, to hear all that you have to say, but nothing you have told me moves me an inch from my

then: "Well—do so then: and I will come down when I am ready—and shall not hurry—shall quietly finish my

tell an Englishman in his talk—but lately one or two instances have come up which completely stagger my

But he did not despair of America: "There were years in my life—years there in New York—when I wondered

Worth my while to look up?"

—and assenting with a "do—be sure to do it then" when I suggested bringing my own paper down.

s at 9.30 on my way to Germantown.

He knew me, dark as it was—called my name.

Harned in during a part of my stay this evening. I met Michael J.

all: I feel I have lost what I call my grip."

way back to my central thought again—my spinal conviction: I resent my resentment—am ashamed of my questions

Once during my stay got up to urinate but could not.

I said something about the birth of the boy at Harned's: my sister's courage and physical sanity and

I told him that my sister had sat up reading Robert Elsmere last night.

It reminded him of a kindred experience: "When I had my great attack—my great paralysis—I was reading

My dear poet: I wrote you from N.

I seem to be holding my own."

I am more nervous than my friends understand."

After they were finished, he remarked, "I feel none the worse for the ordeal except for my left leg:

that is the side of my paralysis.

I was depressed—I had not vim enough to lift my hand. I have eaten solids.

I do my work by degrees." Remarked too how little capacitated he was for work.

While L. said: "Curiously, W. never answered one of my questions."

I am often asked when I take strangers there, why it is I cast my voice to such a pitch.

Hope to send my New England Magazine piece off tomorrow or next day—with pictures.