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I put in my question again about economics.

"It's getting to be my steady diet," he said. Did not look well or feel well.

"My sluggish blood forces me to appeal to outside fires."

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

Did you ever read his Story of My Heart? ["No," said W.]

And further, after I had stated the main lines of my argument, "That would be just what we wished.

The odor very perceptible, the instant I opened the door, and my eyes lighted on it. "Oh!

Amy's the name of my grandmother. Amy is now out in Oklahoma or some such place West."

If I have the trick of music—verbal music—at all, I owe it to the great singers, actors: they were my

There is camerado, and my great word, Presidentiad"—with a laugh—"which some don't think so great.

"Yes, dreadfully—all over—wipe my face, please," adding the "please" after she had commenced.

It struck my heart, yet it was the hourly fear at last fulfilled.

Over my head the little bell.

I laid his hand quietly down—something in my heart seemed to snap and that moment commenced my new life—a

And I found my mother and father and Tillie still at supper and they were shocked at my news, yet could

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

"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

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

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 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?

Called my attention at once to the following postal from Mrs. O'C.:Washington, March 12, 1889.

Whitman,' said he, 'I should like to read you my drama and get your opinion of its merits.'

My dear Walt Whitman.I have indeed been extremely sorry to hear firstly from the transmitted paper of

Society, I pressed him for two years ago (when he had previously sent me some very fine articles for my

"Let it come out just as the big book did—from my hands alone."

W. in bathroom on my arrival.

Spoke of Scribner's I had in my hand and with which he said he was finished.

Our talk of Alcott had arisen out of my remark that Camden had got its fame through W. W.

Then my objection as above.

And after my reply—"He was a priest then?" I asked him if he had not read George Eliot's "Romola."

W. said about himself: "I still have trouble with my head but it is no worse."

W. said: "But my point of view is also O'Connor's—or, rather, his is mine."

Clifford wrote today: "My love to Walt. 'Dear Walt Whitman!'

A bandaged hand prevents my writing, and everything is in arrears with me.W.S.K.'

As soon as I get the free use of my hand, I will write to him, as you suggest.

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!

Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!

I give you my hand!

of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as My

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron or my ankles with iron?

do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

"The chief end I purpose to myself in all my labours," wrote Dean Swift, "is to vex the world rather

and flows": "This day, before dawn, I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my

And my spirit said ' No .'"

suddenly,—reservedly, with a beautiful paucity of communication, even silently, such was its effect on my

greatest and profoundest truths are often most plain to the senses of men—in the same resemblance, my

The scene of the meeting was the school house; and having no other means of employing my time, I determined

"You are whimsical, my dear," said the matron, as she took the paper; "why do you desire so needless

"My son," she cried, in uncontrollable agony; "my son! you die!"

Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in " The

.; Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in "

I was so warm & snug & my nest was so well feathered; but I have really cut loose & do not expect to

—See my other letter, & address answer Care of Strahan & Co, 34 Paternoster Road.

Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My

top of a hill, this house was difficult to heat, but as Louisa Van Velsor Whitman noted, "Jeffy makes my

asked several times where your books could be obtained & as I had sent the paper with Col H's letter to my

With kind regards of my family to you I am truly Yours &c Will W Wallace Will W.

Channing forthwith—& fulfil my promised visit to them also, before I return here—which will be about

Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

"Ingersoll's Speech" of June 2, 1890, was written by Whitman himself and was reprinted in Good-Bye My

Wilson will tackle in some way my Whitman."

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

(choice persons,) one third women (Proceeds to me $869.45)—I went over, was wheeled on the stage in my

The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

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

s face was radiant: I know he fully entered into my idea—indeed endorsed it.

W. said: "My first impulse would have been to get mad at the delay; but as you say, when I see the dishes

We discussed my idea of closing the volume with a paragraph from Sarrazin. W. took hold at once.

Greatly curious about my meeting with Franz Vetta (Louis Neumayer) today—and questioned me explicitly

Digestion is poor—poor indeed—I am in a bad way: belly, bladder, catarrh—my brain, physical brain—all

And to my questions as to how the book wore on him, he said assuringly—"Well, well!

"The wife was my friend—I was proud of her—and they had good babies—how I loved them!

And at my assent he did go on for some time.

Called my attention to a copy of The Illustrated London News sent by Pearsall Smith.

"It has parts of which I have my doubts.

My brother George knows the fraud. He was a pipe inspector there in New York.

W. called my attention to a curious circular issued by his painter, Curtz.

Said: "I have been spending one of my usual unrelieved monotonous days—feeling very well, except for

this strange, palling weight in my head, which wears down, a constant pressure upon me."

Whitman ever heard of me, or that he would care to hear, but he has my sympathy, and best wishes for

Stockton:Dictated::W. exclaimed—"Indeed I do care—all those things are touching—go straight to my heart

Bucke strengthen my faith in immortality."

"It is indeed," he said, "I know nothing that better satisfies my own feeling, conviction."

He seemed to like my opinions, judgment.

So a good part of my work was to spare him work—to go over the correspondence,—give him the juice, substance

And to Tillman himself: "And you, Tillman—take my love to the ferry boys—tell them I hope to see them

I have not so far been on the boats—but my time is near—my time is near!"

W. said: "Give him my love." A young Unitarian minister from Cambridge preaches in Camden tomorrow.