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must have more letters than you can sometimes find time to read, but I feel that I must tell you of my

love of your beautiful poetry, and of my great esteem for the grand and free poet who has conceived

I can, at least, get my old place back again and may get something better.

My most pleasing recollections of Camden are associated with that old House in Arch St., the quiet Sunday

It was very amusing—my part was to dance a ballet, which I did, in full ballet costume.

In a week now I go back to Oxford—to Balliol College, for my last year. It is a dear place.

This is my last term at Oxford—that dear place—after that I shall be free, and may turn up in America

I am anxious to try my hand in a modest way at it.

D and Ed Wilkins (my nurse) are good & so far I get along fairly with appetite, grub & sleep wh' of course

hear from him often—I had a letter from Ruth enclosed, (tho' I suppose she has written to you)—I send my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I intended to come to see you on my way here I had only time to make the train so could not see so will

call on my way Home are you better or do you still keep the same I hoped when the weather got cooler

Home July 24/88 My Dear Old Friend I received your letter written the 21 st day after the one of yesterday

many good friend friends you have & how pretty they write I have often wished that I could express my

London Ont Ontario Canada Dec December 17th 83 1883 My Dear Old Friend: Your postals came "OK" and found

Haven't heard from home directly but once since my arrival.

interesting collection—a concentering of praise & eulogy rather too single & unanimous & honeyed for my

esthetic sense—(for tho' it has not got around, that same esthetic is one of my main governments, I

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

My annual report is on again, shall make it short this year (between you & me—I am not saying any thing

about this but thinking of it a good deal—I rather hope this may be my last—if we are not entirely deceived

new little "November Boughs" is slowly but steadily moving—Horace Traubel is invaluable to me in it—My

head in preparing my copies or reading proof is poorly, dull, raw, no weak grip, no consecutive, no

Horace Traubel —& by the best printers I have ever yet had—The Century people have just sent me again my

October number—bowel movements continue every day or other day—I take no drugs at all—have not moved from my

Gurd but I expect each mail to get a letter which will fix the time of my departure for the East (always

wish I could run down to Washington to see him while I am East but I fear that will be impossible, my

rare egg, fried, Graham b'd and coffee for breakfast—am to have three or four rare stew'd oysters for my

April 28 Well it just looks out like clearing & sunshine—so mote it be—Nothing very different with me—my

were off some where— Nothing special with me—After I returned from N Y middle of June, went down to my

trifle ruggeder yet— All here well—I enclose you two letters from Mrs Gilchrist in England, & one from my

My friends, I have now ready the prose article—(will make, I should think, about 14 printed pages)—which

The name of my piece is Personalism Don't be alarmed at the (perhaps at first sight) oddity of the word

Ontario June 29 th 1880 My dearest Friend, Perhaps you thought I had forgotten you, but I have not much

Please give my love to all and as I have told you all I know I will close here.

My dear walt i have just got your two letters this monday Monday morning one was written last thursday

impose on good nature but walt if you could send me the order the first of next week i would be glad as my

Mott avenue & 149th Street Station L New York City Aug: August 8 '81 1881 My dear Baxter Yours rec'd

Osgood & Co: are going to publish a complete & new volume of my poems, & I am coming on to see to & oversee

Sept. 15 '85 328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey U S America My dear friend Yours of Sept: 5 just rec'd

noble-hearted young man — As far as I can perceive & understand your scheme is managed admirably & to my

never mind, I appreciate them gratefully —I am well as usual this summer—nothing very new ab't about my

books or literary fortunes— I shall make a permanent move from Camden before many months—as my brother's

My dear friend, I shall return to Washington next Saturday, 15th—William, it would be a favor if you

I write this in my room home, early afternoon—Mother & I having had tete-a-tete dinner—so good & quiet

August 5 Dear Nelly, Your good letter came all right—it is pretty much "the same subject continued"—with my

square frame, with thin strip of gilt inside, & good plate glass)—I shall look for Charles Eldridge— My

thing to say — I have been staying alone here in the house, as the folks have gone off on summer trip—My

sister is at the White Mountains—I take my meals at Mrs Wroth's 319 Stevens—I like it—An old lady I

I believe I sent you a month ago a little paper with my late piece "Riddle Song."

enjoying it, even heat and all—I live on the banks of the Delaware river like—I wish you could know my

Drinkard—he rubs the handles over my leg & thigh, for perhaps twenty minutes—the shock is very perceptible—it

not sure) it is Jule Mason —it is quite interesting—I am going to work for a couple of hours now at my

My Dear Friend: I get a few good letters on my little essay on the poets.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air.

My special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!

woodedge, thy touching-distant beams enough, or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my

lengthening shadows, prepare my starry nights.

well fortified does he think himself in his cobweb Gibraltar, that he blandly imagines the force of my

passionate, well-wishing, which I felt then, and feel to this hour, the gratitude and reverence of my

And my arriere and citadel positions—such as I have indicated in my June North American Review memorandum—were

as a statement “of all that could be said against that part (and a main part) in the construction of my

On the contrary, without waiting to understand what he has read, he talks about my letter to you being

He "at last understands better" my very "frequent association of" his own name "with Tolstoy's."

Yesterday was my birthday.

"I would as lief regret that I had not murdered my mother."

To-dayToday he turned up a Gardner letter which he brought to my notice before I left.

My dear Whitman,I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.

W. again: "Stedman thinks I should be happy to have my Lincoln poem classed with Lowell's ode.

W. said as to that: "Many of my friends have agreed with you, Doctor, about that.

I don't have much bother with my conscience. But books—well, books make a coward of me."

My dear friend—It is just dawn, but there is light enough to write by, and the birds in their old sweet

My first knowledge of you is all entangled with that little garden.

Harned had said to me, "They shan't collect that money except over my body."

I gave my check for $1500 to Tom just now.

And to my, "Well, and Clifford likes it!" W. exclaimed, "That's best news!

I put in, "If there is no law why should I not rob my brother's house?"

With their admission of the fraud, I had them right in my fist and I made 'em squirm.

"My Voice Goes After What My Eyes Cannot Reach": Pragmatic Language and the Making of a Democratic Mythology

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts....it keeping tally with the meaning of things,

Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer

, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist,

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

"My days I sing, and the land's:" this is the key-note.

I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship

That I walk up my stoop!

The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows; The air tastes good to my palate.

s on my way to Philadelphia (8:20). He was sleeping—I did not disturb him.

Give him my love. He grows dearer every day.Love to you & Mrs. TraubelYours always,R. G.

—in such a tone as drew all my life together into one sense of recognition and response.

There my memory is treacherous." How alive he seemed!

He had me arrested, but the sympathies of the community were all on my side."

Whitman:I talked last night to my Waltham class (of forty ladies) about your work and read to them.

I always advise my pupils so.

I always found myself saying that in spite of my reservations.

faith, my sympathy, all leans to the one side."

I picked a sheet of paper up from under my feet. It was written over in W.'s handwriting.

My dear Mr. Traubel:Yours received. I have just telegraphed you. Make it Lecture and not Address.

You must have understood my position better.

Not for a moment have I dreamed of objecting to him—it never entered my head."

W. has come to my mind here. For how many people has not he filled Nature with a fuller life!

W. remarked on my recital of this—"And a bright newspaper man he must be."

Sir: I have received your letter of the 31st ult., calling my attention to your claim as informer in

My only wish is, that your rights to be adjudged informer shall be fully and fairly investigated and

No other course will, in my opinion, be satisfactory to the Department of War, and I do not think it

Upon my expression of opinion that I supposed from the tone of the letter he had enclosed a draft, W.

Called my attention to fact that the Courier of Friday printed his poem in full.

"It was before my eyes all the time I was writing."

I was on my way to Unity Church to hear Wande speak about King Lear.

"You know I never read my own poems." "Or recite?" "I don't recite because I don't know them.

And after a pause, I saying nothing between, "You are well enough aware that I don't sing my own songs

Also a letter from Mead, saying he will be glad to have my article and illustrations.

But for my own part I would put it in quite another way.

s demonstration of democratic art.Had forgotten about my Burroughs book today.

s immediately after his dinner and before my tea the last few nights and am glad.

Stopped at my newsstand this evening—examined Forum—scribbled on a piece of wrapping paper about a bundle

Also gave me red-lined sheet "To My 71st Year." Had used big pen. "I use it altogether.

My dear Traubel:I regret to say that it is impossible for me to be with you on the 31st of May, as I

streak of luck I come back in time, I shall certainly be with you on the occasion you speak of.Give my

Told him result of my quest of McKay, who is of course willing to take the book, will arrange imprint

6 March 1868 friday Friday the 6 My dear Walt i thought i would write again this week to tell you i had

coal but it held out till after the storm got a little settled and i got some) with the 5 that came in my

do he will stay till mr Lane sends an inspector out and then he is to inspect the new main he paid my

Monday 1868 November 2 My dear Walter i have got your letter to day with the money order i have been

honorable Mr Heyde well we wont won't say any thing of the bad but tell of the good he says han received my

and it does real good and the coal burns very good so you see dear i have a warm room and money in my

It is night, clear a nd cold: Han has just left my room; gone to t he east apartment: She p refers much

Lou sent her some time ago a box of underclothing, at my suggestion: She was badly off: I purchased a

She tried to sew a little to day: I was away 3 hours this morning, to Union to get subscribers to my

gets a chance of seeing him in the seething side of affairs in this great city, but I am going to make my

I should have been glad to die before I had left such a message as my last utterance, the final outcome

But I am disobeying my doctor, who has forbidden long letters for the present.

soldiers], down at the depot—[It w]as one of the same [old] sights, I could not keep the tears out of my

lately as though I must have some intermission, I feel well & hearty enough, & was never better, but my

—I] wish you would write very so[on again] too—I feel uneasy about [you]—I send my love to Jeff & Mat

somewhat impressed, but I could not see any thing in it worth calling supernatural—I wouldnt turn on my

could write— Wednesday forenoon—Mother, I didn't get the letter in the mail yesterday—I have just had my

breakfast, some good tea & good toast & butter—I write this in my room, 456 Sixth st.

infantry, that wouldn't do the same, on occasion— Tuesday morning April 12th Mother, I will finish my

envelopes, & one to George—Write how you are, dear Mother, & all the rest—I want to see you all—Jeff, my

sis is—I am well as usual, indeed first rate every way—I want to come on in a month, & try to print my