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‘O Captain! My Captain!’ Walt Whitman, Two Centuries Later

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Walt Whitman and Peter Doyle, 1865. Photo: Moses P. Rice and Sons. Feinberg-Whitman collection.

Walt Whitman, that most exuberant of poets, the 19th century bard of transcendent sensitivity, sensuousness and epic vision, was given to intimate correspondence in his personal life, too.

As the Library marks Whitman’s 200th birthday, it’s worth pausing over an affectionate letter he sent to Peter Doyle.

Doyle, a D.C. streetcar conductor, was some two decades Whitman’s junior, but the pair bonded one night in 1865 when Whitman stepped, alone, onto Doyle’s streetcar and sat beside him. Doyle later recalled that he put his hand on the older man’s knee and “we understood.” In August of 1870, the bearded poet wrote Doyle a letter, ending one section with:

“I believe that is all for to-night, as it is getting late, — Good night, Pete, — Good night my darling son —– here is a kiss for you, dear boy – on the paper here – a good long one.” Most charming is that the “o” in “one” is smudged. It is tempting to imagine Whitman giving the paper a playful wet smack before mailing, blurring the ink, though it is impossible to know.

The relationship was, in one way, critical to Whitman’s legacy as the poet who enshrined the national grief over President Lincoln’s death. The night Lincoln was assassinated, Whitman was in New York. Doyle? Sitting in Ford’s Theater, an eyewitness to the assassination.

“Whitman used that information in a lecture he often gave on the death of Abraham Lincoln,” says Barbara Bair, a historian in the Manuscript Division and lead curator of the Whitman Bicentennial exhibit. “He spoke as if he was the eyewitness. He didn’t say, ‘My dear one was there and told me.’ He gave the ‘Death of Lincoln’ speech many times, and people assumed he saw it.”

Whitman’s letter to Doyle, along with other rarely seen letters, manuscripts, rare books and personal belongings, will be on display in the Jefferson Building from May 16 to August 15, as part of the Library’s bicentennial celebration of Whitman’s birth. The Library’s Whitman collections of his works and belongings are the world’s largest. They include his spectacles, haversack, notebooks, correspondence, manuscripts, a surviving draft page from his famous poem “Song of Myself” and an original print edition his seminal work, “Leaves of Grass.”

Whitman. Photo: Mathew Brady. Feinberg-Whitman Collection.

There’s lots to do. His writings are available for transcription in a By the People crowdsourcing project at any time. There’s a May 23 evening lecture and movie at the Packard Campus Theater in Culpeper, and a family-oriented birthday party in the Young Readers Center on June 1, featuring author Robert Burleigh, illustrator Sterling Hundley and their book, “O Captain, My Captain: Walt Whitman, Abraham Lincoln and the Civil War.” On June 3, an Open House in the Jefferson Building will showcase some of most rarely seen material in the Library’s collections.

Whitman’s writings, most particularly the many editions of his “Leaves of Grass,” described the growing nation and helped define the idea of it. He wrote of an earthy, sweaty, protean America, a continent and a people entwined in a shockingly beautiful cosmos that ran as the universe intended, far above the teachings of any one religion. The book was sensual, often sexual — and frequently condemned as obscene.

He was largely self-taught and never outgrew his affection for men and women who earned their wages by muscle, sweat and grit. “When he lived in New York, he loved to ride with the streetcar drivers, the stevedores, the sailors, the ferry-boat pilots — those were his guys,” Bair says.

He wrote so many iconic lines that, over the course of time, they seemed to have seeped into the groundwater of America’s mythology of itself.

“I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear…”

 “O Captain! My Captain! Our fateful trip is done…” 

 “I sing the body electric.” 

 “I am large, I contain multitudes.” 

 “I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.” 

He was the second of nine children, born to a Long Island carpenter on May 31, 1819. The family moved to Brooklyn when he was a child. At 12, he was a printer’s apprentice. At 23, he was the editor of a newspaper in New York. A tall, robust man who reveled in the natural world, heworked as a carpenter, printer, government clerk and, famously, as a volunteer at military hospitals in and around Washington during the Civil War. He later traveled by river and rail across much of the country, absorbing the landscape and people like a sponge. Though he opposed slavery, he was not immune from the racism and white supremacy of the era.

Bethuel Smith. Feinberg-Whitman Collection.

He kept pocket-sized notebooks of his own making for his work in the hospitals and camps. Ever the journalist, he jotted down injured soldiers’ names, addresses, wants and needs (oranges, wine), and their memories from the war. He often brought them treats. Bethuel Smith, a fellow New Yorker, was one of those soldiers and became a friend and correspondent.

In another entry, under heading of “Virginia Idioms,” he lists “How’s all?” and “Where you been at?” It’s that ear for the unpolished talk of the common folk that he gave back to the nation in timeless poetry and why, 200 years later, he remains a towering figure.


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Comments (3)

  1. Lovely, quite the reminder of days of old, yet of astronauts untold. Will re-read his work, ” O Captain, my captain …”

  2. I thought this excerpt from “Personal Recollections of Abraham Lincoln” by Henry B. Rankin might be interesting to the Library’s Whitman staff:

    ” It may be worth while to
    relate the office scene when Lincoln first read
    Whitman’s poetry. It was exceptional for Lincoln
    to read aloud in the office anything but a newspaper
    extract. Only books that had a peculiar
    and unusual charm for him in their ideas, or form
    of expression, tempted him to read aloud while in
    the office,-and this only when the office family
    were alone present.

    “It was quite usual and expected
    by us at such times, when he would become
    absorbed in reading some favorite author, as
    Burns’s poems, or one of Shakespeare’s plays, for
    him to begin reading aloud, if some choice character
    or principle had appealed to him, and he
    would then continue on to the end of the act, and
    sometimes to the end of the play or poem.

    ” When Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass was first
    published it was placed on the office table by
    Herndon. It had been read by several of us and,
    one day, discussions hot and extreme had sprung
    up between office students and Mr. Herndon
    concerning its poetic merit, in which Dr. Bateman
    engaged with us, having entered from his adjoining

    ” Later, quite a surprise occurred when
    we found that the Whitman poetry and our discussions
    had been engaging Lincoln’s silent attention.
    After the rest of us had finished our criticism
    of some peculiar verses and of Whitman in general,
    as well as of each other’s literary taste and
    morals in particular, and had resumed our usual
    duties or had departed, Lincoln, who during the
    criticisms had been apparently in the unapproachable
    depths of one of his glum moods of meditative
    silence,-referred to elsewhere,-took up Leaves
    of Grass for his first reading of it.

    ” After half an hour or more devoted to it he turned back to the
    first pages, and to our general surprise, began to
    read aloud. Other office work was discontinued
    by us all while he read with sympathetic emphasis
    verse after verse. His rendering revealed a charm
    of new life in Whitman’s versification. Save for a
    few comments on some broad allusions that Lincoln
    suggested could have been veiled, or left out,
    he commended the new poet’s verses for their
    virility, freshness, unconventional sentiments, and
    unique forms of expression, and claimed that
    Whitman gave promise of a new school of poetry.”

    They seemed to have had joint admiration for each other.


    – Pete

  3. Es grandioso poder tener acceso a la obra de este gran poeta.

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