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Friend Walter— I design bearly to say How do you do, while you are in Boston, & to express my own pleasure
I know what is your mental fare in Boston from my own past personal experience and without wishing to
intrude myself above my true level I could wish I were, at least, a stander-by.
How shall I rise to life (action), is, now, my all pressing & all urgent question.
Accept my affectionate regards. O. K. Sammis To Walt Whitman. O. K.
O joy of my spirit uncaged—it hops like a bird on the grass mounds of earth.
O joy of my spirit
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
A similar line in that poem reads: "O the joy of my spirit! It is uncaged!
I trace my highest and best thoughts and feelings to your poems.
27O Earth, My Likeness (1860).
A.MS. draft.loc.00225xxx.00099[O Earth, my likeness]1860poetryhandwritten1 leaf20.5 x 16 cm; A draft
of the poem first published as Calamus, No. 36 in 1860 (Earth, My Likeness in the final version of Leaves
[O Earth, my likeness]
GregoryEiselein'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]'O Captain! My Captain!'
[1865]Though stylistically atypical of his verse, "O Captain! My Captain!"
The rhyme, meter, stanza, and refrain in "O Captain" are conventional.
Although the ship has weathered the storm and re-entered the harbor safe and victorious, the captain
'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]
pml.00002xxx.00218MA 1212O Captain! My Captain!27 April 1890poetryhandwritten1 leaf; O Captain!
My Captain!
Mitchell's hand says, "To give Walt a little money I offered for a gentleman 100$ for an autograph copy of My
Captain—I pin it to Furness note April 1890."
O Captain! My Captain!
brn.00001xxx.00218Whitman, Walt to Hay, JohnO Captain! my Captain!
March 9, 1887poetry1 leafhandwritten; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain!
ihm.00002xxx.00218O Captain! My Captain!
1889-1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript copy of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
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April 30, 1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A handwritten version of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.
O Captain! my Captain!
This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My captain
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain, My Captain
CHURCH—AN HOUR AMONG THE PICTURES OF THE INTERNATIONAL ART UNION I have just been up paying one of my
It has grown into my very soul.
AN ADVENTURE ON HEMPSTEAD PLAINS, YEARS AGO One of my old friends for the last fifteen years has made
of these occasions, some ten years since, that he met with a little adventure wherewith he has, in my
My friend aforesaid had gone out to shoot on the Plains (stopping awhile on his way farther east) one
My friend was indeed tired, and thankfully accepted the honest fellow's offer.
My friend, be it known, is the most modest of men—and now what the deuce to do, was the question.
Many old sportsmen, who used to put up at Captain Dodd's, there, will feel surprised to see the familiar
In my former notes on the grave yards of east Long Island, I find it omitted the following inscription
aged 80 years Here sleeps te Body tombed in its Dust Till Christ shall Come & raise it with the Just My
Soul ascended to te Trone of God Where with sweet Jesus now I make Aboad Then hasten after Me my dearest
Also, at his feet Lie the remains of his youngest son JONATHAN HORTON The first captain of Cavalry in
For my own part, I have more than once chosen the latter alternative.
In my next letter, I shall take the reader 'way to the jumping off place of the island. P AUMANOK .
I know from the frequent bent of my own feelings, that yearning for the freshness and quiet of the country—that
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
Yes, Messrs. of the city: I have found no precept more strongly taught, by my rambles among this often
An old woman, the mistress of the place, bustled about, and regaled my repast with many words: her husband
nine children lived home—they had no servants—that they were rich—and that they seized ravenously on my
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
I am convinced of one thing, (I must say my say out,) that even cleaning and salting fish for a few hours
I've no idea of losing my dog by a darned shirk!"
On the same occasion there was the prettiest of marine exhibitions—prettier, to my eyes, than any New
in, and throwing out of those lines, and the rapid depositing of fish in the boats, which seemed, to my
My friends on sea-bass intent (they were waiting for a particular wind, or something to complete their
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified, From fibre heart of mine—from throat and tongue—(My
Now List to My Morning's Romanza.
NOW LIST TO MY MORNING'S ROMANZA. 1 Now list to my morning's romanza—I tell the signs of the Answerer
And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand, and his left
hand in my right hand, And I answer for his brother, and for men, and I an- swer answer for him that
to the President at his levee, And he says, Good-day, my brother!
Now List to My Morning's Romanza NOW LIST TO MY MORNING'S ROMANZA.
NOW list to my morning's romanza; To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand, and his left
hand in my right hand, And I answer'd for his brother, and for men, and I answer'd for THE POET, and
to the President at his levee, And he says, Good-day, my brother!
take from my lips this kiss; Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!
('Just now I am finishing a big volume of about 900 pages comprehending all my stuff, poems and prose
Now he writes, "Have not been out-doors for over six months—hardly out of my room, but get along better
Or in "A Carol closing Sixty-nine':— "Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast, The body
old, poor, and paralysed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my
And in another passage (in the introductory essay) he says—'No one will get at my verses who insists
My heart to night Runs over with the fullness of content;" —which we have marked for publication.
'Gardner was a mighty good fellow—also mightily my friend: he was always loving: I feel near to him—always—to
When he received some photos from Gutekunst in 1888, Whitman said, "They are first-rate: they satisfy my
Despite his overwhelming success as a photographer, he remained a frustrated painter: "all my art in
this forenoon to Sarony's, the great photographic establishment, where I was invited to come & sit for my
Tarisse) / From Shadows, deep & dark I peer Out / On Nature, on my comrades dear / Curious / Peering
as my body did its food.
It strengthened my faith, and very curiously wrought upon and contributed to my sense of self, my personality
And again: "My comrade!
O my rapt song, my charm—mock me not!
When it was concluded he added O Captain, My Captain ,and a few other pieces, and joining them to the
Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My
Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).
verses in this notebook were published posthumously as [I Stand and Look], Ship of Libertad, and Of My
Surface 40 contains, among other notes, a cancelled line reading "yet my soul-dearest leaves—the hardest
Not my Enemies ever invade me
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me NOT MY ENEMIES EVER INVADE ME.
NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo
me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
JackField"Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only" (1860)"Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only" (1860
Adhesiveness," which the poet addresses in "Not Heaving" as the "pulse of my life," is a term from phrenology
"Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only" (1860)
Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast only.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not
in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and
savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not
in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and
savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in
those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my wilful and savage
soul's volition, Not in the subtle nourishment of the air, Not in this beating and pounding at my temples
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in
those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my wilful and savage
soul's volition, Not in the subtle nourishment of the air, Not in this beating and pounding at my temples
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
perfumes, nor the high, rain- emitting rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
perfumes, nor the high, rain- emitting rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
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.
Apostrophizing his own soul ("And you O my soul"), the poet's analogical process is similar to Oliver
And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly
need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my
And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly
need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my
/ 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?
blood—that if I walk with an arm of theirs around my neck, my soul leaps and laughs like a new-waked
—(Am I loved by them boundlessly because my love for them is more boundless?
truth, my sympathy, and my dignity.
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.
Darkness, you are gentler than my lover!
I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I am their
carefully darn my grand-son's stockings.
How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!