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You can ask—make inquiries in my name.

The old fellow is not Dutch but Italian—has been there from my boyhood.

Ask her in my name—though I don't know if she ever knew me by name.

Keeps well—sat much as I found him all the time of my stay.

I should without hesitation adopt those words as my own. 'A gassy fizzle!' Yes, surely!

Was aroused at my entrance. "Oh! it 'sit's Horace!" How had he been to-daytoday?

is my audience literary, artistic, scientific—to be pleased as such?

I pointed my finger that way. He looked around.

Karl Knortz and his judgment on my translation, which letter I asked him to forward to you.

Take my love to all the boys: the typos: tell them Walt Whitman not only was but is one of them.

But my confidence and laughter finally got him laughing too.

Which is what my dear parents used to say of our friends, to close criticism.

Perhaps the handle to my name has been against me in America!

It has always been my idea that my proper works are of three periods: 'Leaves of Grass' in one volume

He was struck with it, "I carry the notion favorably in my eye."

As he looked around, hearing my step, he exclaimed, "Oh!

"And to show my faith in it, I will pay you for it forthwith!"

Here W. turned his finger my way, and said waggishly—"And that's for you, too!"

—the best made since my sickness!"

Kerr objected to my use of "sun-glown" as obsolete.

Did not till later mention my own message. He answered: "Yes—and quite a long letter, too.

"Doctor returned me the slip, with reference to my future use of it—it is there in the note."

W. asked: "Did they understand my note?"

"I don't know whether too much or not, but I like to know my men—who they are, what they do.

Bucke called my attention to it at the time.

"Yes—they are my fool lines. I was giving Hotten some advice and tried to illustrate it.

I was only trying to give him an idea how I seemed to myself in my own eyes."

You are the victim of a disease I should not encourage—but then we've agreed to work together—you're my

I should like to know who wrote the piece in the Morning Star—it flushed my friends and myself too, like

Once he got to the house while I was out—went straight to the kitchen where my dear mother was baking

My dear Mr. Whitman, I received a few days since your last letter.

It is very pleasant to me to find you liked my ShakespereShakespeare book, but much more to know that

But I do not doubt that half-a-dozen of my friends will wish to have the books, so I should be obliged

I am commencing to feel my grip coming back."

The last three or four days have been the most desperately anxious days of my life.

There's a doubt in my mind! Indeed I had forgot the book—it is not sent.

I find that I am large—that all my meannesses and doubts have dropped off." "Oh! that is noble! Oh!

And several times he declared, "You have opened my eyes to the best future I can see for the 'Leaves.

Indeed, I think my own Lincolnism was a good deal the result of William's pressure—Gurowski's.

That has been my own experience.

I feel he is not averse to me or my care.

Am up to my eyes (and over) in work.Love to AnneYoursR. M. Bucke 6:20 P.M. In at W.'s.

This—the great revolution of feeling—my recognition of it all—I have had a notion to acknowledge—say,

Informed me, "I wrote my first letter today—a short one. It was for my sister, Mrs.

It shoots in lively style about my body, but chiefly in the legs.

I won't give you a letter, but you can say you are from me—and you may give him my good word and tell

him he is often in my thoughts as I sit here in my den."

Now today Warrie takes one of my boxes here.

But the court steps in and says, you shan't dispose of your goods that way, there's only one way—my way—and

And when I restated, "It could not have been in my copy—must have come in a later edition."

"Warrie, give me my handkerchief. It is back here." Much coughing."This is Christmas morning.""Oh!

I found by drinking coffee or tea or even milk punch it stirred up my brain, so I stopped.

It's my fault altogether."3:40 P.M. Burroughs went up and into the room.

McAlister says at this hour, "I still adhere to my opinion. The rally is only temporary." 7:50 P.M.

He saw me flitting about with my black dress on and said to me, 'O Mary!

And to my explanation, "Oh! It is slow—slow!" Then suddenly, "Was it A. Q.

Respond with my love—memories—admiration." And he curiously, "You hear from Bucke every day?

Always give him my choice good prayers."

best affection and regard—my best: tell them"—and here he broke off of sheer feebleness, and I cried

I think they cause a huskiness in my throat, a peculiar huskiness."

It will be the whole expression of the design which I had in my mind When I Began to Write.

Now, that is the way it has been with my book. It has been twenty-five years building.

My theory in making the book is to give A Recognition of All Elements compacted in one— e pluribus unum

"My poetry," continued Mr.

Many of my friends have no patience with my opinion on this matter.

I round and finish little, if anything; and could not consistently with my scheme.

"'Leaves of Grass' indeed (I cannot too often reiterate) has mainly been the outcropping of my own emotional

No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming mainly

In his Memoirs, Neruda wrote of his own work, "If my poetry has any meaning at all, it is [its] tendency

Another poet of this same hemisphere helped me along this road, Walt Whitman, my comrade from Manhattan

Nixonicide and Praise for the Chilean Revolution) with the following invocation:It is as an act of love for my

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

"I was in Washington at the time—the early years of my stay there—was feeling pretty well—the paralysis

To my question he said: "Yes, Wendell Phillips thought very well of it.

As I was going he waved his hand—"My best wishes attend you, boy!" Did not stay long.

I supposed so—felt it in my bones. It is too warm here now?"

It was my idea that he should make this his headquarters—then stretch out some—see more of the States

To my notion that we must not have a reader of books, W. laughed out an "amen!"

Said to me very quickly after my coming: "I have had visitors today—several.

And to my doubting—"It was the man Arnold, from England—Edward Arnold, author of 'Light of Asia'—you

Called my attention (though it was not needed, the room so fragrant) to a cluster of woodbine on the

s on my way home at 5.30. He sat fanning himself—the day very hot.

My newsman gave me a copy of the Atlantic (specimen) of December last.

Finally he admitted my distinction, and further that he perhaps did Ingersoll injustice.At 7.20, hurrying

Returned me the Bazaar, remarking of it: "My wonder more and more is, over the pictures—how much of this

Called my attention to some new doughnuts on the table.

W. called him "My young English socialist friend" and thought—"There is a mystery about him—he does not

"I do not think any trace of such a thing is to be found in me—in my book—in Leaves of Grass: I know

it has never animated me—put me by a straw's measure to right, to left: altered my career, life, work

verified—there is no mystery there to clear up: that is all thorough, authentic—substantially from my

went to the parlor first, remarking: "Warrie—let us go in here: I don't know whether I'm standing on my

head or my heels."

As to my "trinity of Americans—Emerson, Lincoln, and Whitman"—he laughed heartily.

Explained to him substance of my letter to Truth—that they should let me write about new book—review

Then, "I suppose my article should be in Thursday's issue. I wish you would look out for it.

My changes were very few—and anyhow, the real speech is the speech we entirely lost."

If she brought a half loaf of bread to my house, she took butter or tea away in return for it, and I

Nothing of me, or of the future to arise for me, out of my labour, and progressions.

My idea was, that, if I did go to Europe, "to let her board, in the most comfortable manner, and raise

1873 march March 4 5 oclock o'clock dear walt Walt i suppose you have got my letter i wrote last saturday

and mrs Mrs. buckly be a kind of mother to me and little poor hattie Hattie it made the tears come in my

hot weather i think it would us both good so we must both get so we can walk without limping good bie my

Louis, August 20th 1868 Dear Brother George I must beg pardon for my seeming delay abt sending the enclosed

stands it like a good fellow—dont grumble a bit  I hope you have been occasioned no inconvenience by my

write me occasionly and I often wonder why Mr Lane or McNamee does not write me—certainly they are in my

Brooklyn Oct. 8th/63 My dear Walt I yesterday wrote you enclosing the $10 from Mr Kirkwood for the use

Martin "1 "  Henry Carlow In my yesterdays letter I said something about the acknowledgement of the moneys

morning mother is not quite so well,—a bad cold—yesterday Jess was sick all day—there is no doubt Walt in my

Jeff speaks of my trying for a leave of absence but I hardly think it would be of any use at present,

Give my love to all G. W.

Whitman I am in as good health as ever I was in my life George Washington Whitman to Louisa Van Velsor

I have just written to Walt, and although it is pretty late, I must write you a few lines while my hand

musent say anything about it Mother or the rebs might hear of it and come over here and eat us all up)  my

Well Mother it is getting chilly sitting here in my tent as the fire has gone out, so I must bid you,

But I have been very much occupied in thought, as well as much of my time in going daily, & some days

Give him my love if you see him. Jeannie is well, & sends love.

Give my love to your mother, & with much love to you - hoping soon to see you. Yours— Nelly.

This has been my life:— From early morn till evening, I've labored here for naught, And others coming

"And some other coming after—," When I've fallen by the way— With a touch completes my life work— And

turn, suffered leaf-flight and twig-flight, and with a fair enough outside, shall fall, at last, with my

good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my

arm and half enclose with my hand; That contains the start of each and all—the virtue, the germs of

WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name?

to keep house without stopping Hattie's schools and I did not wish to do that—but I shall not sell my

them away as I best may and hope as soon as Hattie gets a couple of years older we will try again Well my

thinking or wondering about you—I have often thought how I would like to see you and if I can so arrange my

Good By My Fancy . 2d Annex to Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. (Philadelphia: David McKay.).

Review of Good-Bye My Fancy

Louis Packet Company, is submitted to me for my opinion on the questions of law arising in the premises

of them, and that I would with pleasure consider the questions of law in the case, should he desire my

My purpose at present is, to request that you will send me, if you still have connection with this matter

S. shall be taken in the matter, without communicating with me, and receiving my instructions.

together with a Report thereon by the Examiner of Claims in your Dept., and requesting an expression of my

This reference presents, as I conceive, purely a question of fact for my determination, and such a question

Your return to Illinois for the purpose of settling your private business would meet my entire approval

continuously in them, ready to attend to whatever official duties may present themselves, and that in my

May 21, 1869, from the then Secretary of War to me transmitting those papers, in which he requests my

prohibited by the Act of February 21, 1867, I have to say that, in accordance with your oral request made to my

Although you were informed in my letter of the 23rd of November last that I did not intend to authorize

you to subject the Government to expense in the inquiry directed in my letter of August 30th last, I

It is a very good picture—one of the best in its way—that is my verdict.

It is a long story of woe—a catalogue of impecuniosities—this record of my printed labor!"

Late (my mother says after she had gone to bed) Warren rang bell.

Wallace Warren was very frank to tell my mother his conviction that W.

Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died; (Had been a sailor

—these his the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead; Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my

Still Night of Sleep—my bridal Night!

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds purer and clearer for my sake!

BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for

take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead

This will excuse my dilatoriness as a correspondent) Rhys & I go up to lunch with Sanborn Friday—Rhys

Nothing delights me more & my limitations are so many.

Traubel in my letter to him for the photograph of William, & also for the pictures of the "laughing Philosopher

Traubel got my letter. How goes it with you? Send a line. With love always— Nelly O'Connor.

Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My

3 april 1871 sunday Sunday My dear walt Walt i write a few lines this beautifull beautiful morning to

month or so) you will come home before long wont won't you walter Walter dear i wish you would send my

hear—But, Mother, you must not worry about it—it will be arranged some way— There is nothing new in my

I write this at my desk—spring is quite advanced here—it is a damp, misty, cloudy forenoon—but pleasant—I