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I entertain all the aches of the human heart Outside the asteroids I reconnoitre at my ease.
Compare these lines from that edition: "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer
.; TThis manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became "Who Learns My Lesson Complete
three winters to be articulate child Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My
Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
appeared in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in a poem that would eventually be entitled "Who Learns My
: "I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . . and how I was conceived
in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, / And how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was
Poem for of of adherence to of my adherence the good old cause the "good old cause" is that in all its
sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my
The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American
The Great Laws do not" also includes draft lines that appeared in the poem later titled "Who Learns My
with me about God; I can yet just begin to comprehend nothing more wonderful than so tremendous as my
senses all men is truth; Logic and sermons never convince ; me; The dew of the night drives deep er into my
/ Logic and sermons never convince, / The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. / Only what proves
Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson
Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My
respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through
my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and
.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
Lived in Classon from May 1st '56, '7 '8 '9 Lived in Portland av. from May 1st '59 '60 '61 Sarah White, my
up before the fire, just like a man—was every way decided and masculine in behavior The tradition of my
Can my your sight behold them as with oysters eyes?
lines 40 letters 1120 1120 letters in page of Skakspere Shakespeare 's poems 1600 letters in one of my
sauntering the pavement, 9 great are the myths, I wander all night 10 Come closer to me Who learns my
the breath is leaving my throat; ! Open your floodgates!
I am faintish I can contain resist you no longer think I shall drop sink , Take drops the tears of my
¶Little as your mouth yo lips are am faintish I am faintish; and it has drained me dry of my strength
. . . . my breath is tight in its throat; / Unclench your floodgates!
drink, / But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my
by my children? Are to be they really failures? are they sterile, incompetent yieldings after all?
Are they not indeed to be as victorious shouts from my children?
The retrospective extasy ecstasy is upon me— I am now my soul —spirit burns volcanic The earth recedes
ashamed before my prophetical crisis.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early 1850s as
similar to the following line in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The dirt receding before my
and legislatures—but presently I expect to see myself in magazines, schools, and legislatures—or that my
night walkers And do no better for me— Who am a regular gentlemen or lady, With a marble broad stoop to my
And is the day here when I vote at the polls, One with the immigrant that last August strewed lime in my
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
7 196 My touch hand will not hurt what it holds, and yet will devour it, That It must remain whole perfect
Only one minute, only two or three passing bulging sheathed touches, Yet they gather all of me and my
spirit into a knot, They hold us so long enough there, to show us what life we can be,— And that my
senses and our flesh, and even a part of flesh, is seems more than all life.— What has become of my senses
My hand will not hurt
4 To me I subject all the teachings of the schools, and all dicta and authority, to my the tests of myself
And myself,—and I encourage you to subject the same to the tests of yourself—and to subject me and my
swear I will am can not to evade any part of myself, Not America, nor any attribute of America, Not my
body—not friendship, hospitality, procreation, Not my soul—not the last explanation of prudence, Not
Calamus 18. p 363 City of my walks and joys!
little you h You city : what do y you repay me for my daily walks joys Not these your crowded rows of
delicious athletic love fresh as nature's air and herbage— —offering me full repa respon ds se equal of my
my own, These repay me—Lovers, continual Lovers continu only repay me.— This manuscript is a draft of
City of my walks and joys
am myself and nobody else, am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, — my own hands
I have lost my wits . . . .
I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, / I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands
Part of "Pictures" was published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American in October 1880 and later incorporated
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
for I am you seem to me all one lurid Curse oath curse; I look down off the river with my bloodshot eyes
, after 10 I see the steamboat that carries away my woman.— Damn him!
how he does defile me This day, or some other, I will have him and the like of him to curse the do my
I will stop the drag them out—the sweet marches of heaven shall be stopped my maledictions.— Whitman
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
and the breast that ha fed his young , and so buys a nomination to great office; i I nforme d against my
brother and sister and got t ook aking pay for their blood, hearts; l L aughed when I looked from my
iron necklace, after the steamboat that carried away my woman.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
—I lend you my own mouth tongue A black I dart ed like a snake from his mouth.— I My eyes are bloodshot
, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman and children.— Around my neck
am T The His i ron necklace and the red sores of my shoulders I do not feel mind , h H opples and ball
ankles and tight cuffs at the wrists does must not detain me will go down the river, with the sight of my
bloodshot eyes, go in to the steamboat that paddles off wife woman and child A I do not stop with my
. / How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman"(1855, p.
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger" (1855, p. 33).; 22; Transcribed from digital images of the original.;
meet and drawing their love in Never losing old friends, or new ones; and finding new on every day of my
levee in life,— After death Now when I am looked back upon, I will I hold levee, after death, I lean on my
left elbow—I take ten thousand lovers, one after another, by my right hand.— I have all lives, all effects
Open your mouth gums my pardy, that I put send blow grit in you with one a breath ; Spread your palms
19 I am become the poet of babes and the little things I descend many steps—I go backward primeval My
equanimous arms feet 209 I surround retrace things steps oceanic—I pass to around not merely my own
. / My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, / On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches
Where day and night I wend thy surf‑beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy
not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white roses— I kiss their soft your leafy lips—I reach slide my
Counting the tally of the surf‑suggestions wordless utterance of these liquid tongues And To pass within my
utterance tale of subterranean toil and wrongs Unf For once Seems here C c onfided to me * To pass within my
original "Inscription" to the 1867 edition, ultimately appearing under the title "Small the Theme of My
the undulation of your one wave, its trick to me transfer W C ould you but breathe one breath upon my
The first several lines of the poem were published in 1880 as "My Picture-Gallery.
.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional
/ It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. / My tread scares the wood-drake and
wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble, / They rise together, they slowly circle around. / . . .
Hear my fife!—I am a recruiter Who Come, who will join my troop?
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
Hear my fife
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
.— what my touch wanted any thing whatever I wanted.— Surely I am out of my head!
I am lost to myself and someth something else Nature in another form has laid down in my place.
manuscript appeared as the following, in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "All I mark as 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 a the garden, the world, I, a new Adam, again wander, Curious, here behold my resurrection after ages
is wondrous—I am myself most wondrous, The All is I have con I exist, I peer and penetrate still, By my
jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my
Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.
Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes, In which and