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The Soul's Adventure . . 132 V. To You 196 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN THE MAN Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man. A big, gray, leisurely figure, ample, un- constrained, somewhat uncouth per- haps, but nevertheless strangely engaging by virtue of a native ease of manner and his manifest sincerity, — this is the image in broad strokes that suggests itself on mention of the name of Walt Whitman. It is a figure familiar in picture and by re- port. The flowing, wind-tossed beard and hair, the kindly mouth, the far-seeing eyes, the free-and-easy lilt of the large-framed body, distinguish him among the crowd, and invest him with the authority of nat- i AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN ural things. Obviously, he is not an indoor product. He is a growth of the soil, of the sun and rain and the wide winds. Rugged, untrimmed, he has the breadth and suf- ficiency that Nature imparts to the things that grow in harmony with her generous laws. One has heard of his odd way of life, trying his hand at a little of everything, not sticking to anything for long, a good deal of a loafer, a wanderer, and every- body's friend. He follows the open road, tracing some clue of his own, and content with the straws of experience that chance blows across his path. Among his numer- ous and varied exploits, he has made some fantastic-looking verses. Walt Whitman is a name in literature, though it is in drawing-rooms and libraries that he would seem to be least at home. If he has written a book, it must be dif- ferent from most. Such a personality as this must surely overflow the constraint of words and reach out beyond the printed THE MAN page. His book, as it happens, is only a cluster of grass that he has gathered along his loitering way. But these casual leaves, fresh and alive with the climbing sap, are tokens of an immense reality. They are the well-considered offering of a genuine man. In " Leaves of Grass," Walt Whitman is revealed as a thinker of profound in- sight and as an authentic poet. But more persuasive than his thought, more moving than his poetry, is the man himself. He is a presence. His secret, the spell which draws and holds us, is personality. The literary character of his work is incidental. His poetry is a means, the means that Whitman chooses for communicating his experience. The experience itself, realized vividly at first hand, is the main concern. Calling us out of the library into the streets and the open air, he takes us away from art accomplished and brings us direct to things. For these are "the real poems 3 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN (what we call poems being merely pic- tures)." The culture that he represents is not in the books : it is the training of the sensibilities through the discipline of con- tact with immediate reality. He substi- tutes life for a tradition ; his gift is vital human intercourse now and here. What we may expect to find in Whitman, as we turn his pages, is an actual friend and com- rade. His poetry is finally the communi- cation of himself. By the medium of his verse, he shares his experience with us, making us partakers of it and of its fruits through imaginative sympathy. The avenues of approach to Whitman are many. We may take him purely as a poet, luxuriating in the sheer beauty of his phrasing in numberless inspired pass- ages. We may regard him in a more mili- tant aspect, as the prophet of Democracy, the self-appointed bard of "these States,*' and interpreter to himself of the average man. His political and economic theoriz- 4 THE MAN ing, elaborated especially in his prose writ- ings, though not of the orthodox schools, deserves consideration, as showing keen insight and a power of shrewd criticism. For some readers, the final significance of " Leaves of Grass " will consist in its philosophic doctrine, its treatment of the ultimate themes, — of God, of Being, of the purport of life, the mystery of death, the hope of immortality. But in general, I believe that Whitman has most for those who meet him at the outset as a man. The reading of Whitman is not merely aesthetic in its effect, an imaginative and emotional excitation, though it is that in part. Nor is it simply an intellectual exercise and a dim excursion into regions of abstraction. Whitman goes all the way round life. Our contact with him is contact with an actual human being in the flesh, and it is at- tended with practical consequences for our wayfaring through the world. Walt Whit- man is a comrade for the journey. 5 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN Beginning my studies the first step pleas' d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, The first step I say awed me and pleas' d me so much, I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther, But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs. In these lines Whitman defines his re- lation to the world and to experience. He is a lounger through life, acted upon rather than acting. His attitude is one of awe and wonder ; the result is ecstasy. The universe for him is a procession ; and he is a delighted though quiescent looker-on. As persons, objects, events move by, the throng of the streets, the play of human energies and occupations, the acting out of " God's calm annual drama," — Gorgeous processions, songs of birds, Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul, The heaving sea, the waves upon the shore, the mus- ical, strong waves, The woods, the stalwart trees, the slender, tapering trees, 6 THE MAN The liliput countless armies of the grass, The heat, the showers, the measureless pasturages, The scenery of the snows, the winds' free orchestra, The stretching light-hung roof of clouds, the clear ce- rulean and the silvery fringes, The high dilating stars, the placid beckoning stars, The moving flocks and herds, the plains and emerald meadows, The shows of all the varied lands and all the growths and products, — little by little he is absorbed, taken up by them, and he becomes in himself the thing on which he looks. He identifies himself with all forms. The whole world for him is animate, instinct with feeling and big with purpose. He enters into the life of all kinds of men, he realizes in himself the conditions of every variety of human ex- perience. I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steam-ship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, 7 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN And chalk' d in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer , we will not desert you ; How he follow' d with them and tack'd with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the drifting company at last, How the lank loose-gown' d women look' d when boated from the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it be- comes mine, I am the man, I suffer' d, I was there. But it is not a question of human experi- ence only. Every natural object is alive, plays its part, and implicates ultimate meanings. You air that serves me with breath to speak ! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape ! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers ! You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the road- sides ! I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me. In the manifold discrete objects of the ex- ternal world Whitman finds the expression 8 THE MAN and fulfillment of himself. He loves them with a radiant, inclusive love, for he is of them and they are of him. Caught up into a whole of ecstasy, together they embrace the cosmos. So, absorbing and absorbed, Whitman loiters along the road. In wide fields under spacious skies, he loafs and invites his soul. Whether he is " looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate-glass/' or " wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach," each moment and whatever happens thrills him with joy. A " caresser of life," he basks in the radia- tions of influence exhaling from every ob- ject. Himself " effusing and fluid, a phan- tom curiously floating, now here absorb'd and arrested," he enters into mystical com- munion with the whole. Mystical in the last analysis this atti- tude certainly is, but the immediate and 9 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN practical outcome of it is an immense sympathy. Identifying himself with every form of life, with every object, he comes to understand it with an understanding that transcends the mere exercise of the intel- lect ; his contact with the world is one of feeling. It is precisely by the power of sympathy that Whitman is enabled to impress his personality upon us primarily as a man. High and far into regions of thought he will carry us and open to us cosmic vistas, if we will follow him ; but his feet are planted squarely upon earth, and he is always very close to things. He makes us feel that his experience is just common human experience after all, — yours, mine, any man's. It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, The dark threw its patches down upon me also. • • • • . • • • • Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil, I am he who knew what it was to be evil, I too knitted the old knot of contrariety, 10 THE MAN Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest, Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh- ing, gnawing, sleeping, Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress, The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like, Or as small as we like, or both great and small. Universal in the range of his sympathy, like some messiah Whitman takes up into himself the widest and deepest life of all men. He rejoices in their joy, he suffers in their sufferings. He knows. The assur- ance of such understanding of one's own experience and needs, of companionship where others perhaps have failed to pene- trate the isolation of one's separate life, this is the appeal that sounds from out his pages to press more intimately into a knowledge of this strange, great-hearted, answering man. In the total achievement of Walt Whit- man, all elements converge to the power 1 1 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN of attraction by sheer force of personality. Endowed by birth with a great and ample nature, with a universally responsive tem- perament and with all-inclusive sympa- thies, Whitman devoted his entire life to the development of his gifts and the frui- tion of himself. Himself was his career, — but wholly consecrated always to the service of mankind. As an agent in that development, contributing to and fulfilling that fruition, his literary work is saturated with personality, and it takes its significance in the measure that it is the expression, not of what he knew or what he thought, but of what he felt and was. Toward the ac- complishment of fullest and freest expres- sion, his poetry is stripped of all adorn- ments. It is as a runner in a race. His verse is muscle and sinew, clean, naked, throb- bing with red blood, open to the sun and winds. It is not here a question of art for art's sake, the graces of phrase and refine- ments of style. Without surplusage it 12 THE MAN presses to its goal. The goal, — commun- ication of personality ; the means to it, — expression at any cost : a medium pecul- iarly adapted to its end and fulfilling it with success ; the end, — utterance of a love that is at once individual and cosmic ; — here is the secret of Whitman's sym- pathy and power. To start with, therefore, Whitman was a bigger man than most. And then his poetry is so shaped as to give that central bigness its completest and most direct ex- pression. So it is that the work of Whit- man is surcharged with personality. In this exposition of personality — considered for the moment apart from the special message that it carries — lies the primary and es- sential distinctiveness of this poetry. But, it may be asked, why distinctiveness ? Wherein, in this respect, does Whitman's work differ from the poetry, the art, of other men ? All art is in a degree the ut- terance of personality, the bodying forth 13 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN in concrete expressive symbols of what the artist has thought and felt. Yes, in a de- gree. The work of every artist, whatever his subject and his medium, expresses something of himself. Whether he paints a portrait or a landscape, whether he com- poses a song or a symphony, whether he writes a poem, a novel, or a play, some- thing of his own life and experience inevit- ably goes into his work. In general, how- ever, the artist himself is only implied in his art and not fully expressed. We must pass beyond the work, the subject and the medium, and we must divine the man. The work of Whitman exhibits this dif- ference from other art and achieves its primary distinction thus, that by deliberate and conscious intention, it is wholly, undis- guisedly, relentlessly, the exposition, in- deed the exploitation, of personality. Of him it is not to be said that he expresses himself by means of his subject. He him- self is the subject. The title of his earliest H THE MAN and longest poem applies with equal force to the entire volume of his work. It is the AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN of doors, in the same spirit in which he declaimed his " Leaves " to himself in the open air, and " tried them by trees, stars, rivers." Even in the matter of books, then, Whitman was at heart a primal man, true child of Nature, loving life. But for a time in Brooklyn and New York, as part of his many-sided development, he figured as a literary personage. He was associated now and again with various newspapers. He wrote stories and verse which found accept- ance and a place in leading magazines. He was the author of a " temperance novel." He trained himself to be a public speaker, came forward in debates and political meet- ings, and drew up outlines for talks on his- tory, philosophy, and art. He wrote what his mother called "barrels of lectures." Whitman's writing at this time, both prose and verse, shows a certain vigor of mind and reveals an interest in public affairs, a strong democratic spirit, and sympathy with the 3 2 THE MAN common people ; but his style is " liter- ary" and conventional, without individual distinction. In it all, there is little hint of what was to come. Perhaps the most potent influence on Whitman's purely aesthetic development was his unflagging attendance at the theatre and the opera. As a boy and young man he saw " (reading them carefully the day beforehand) quite all Shakspere's acting dramas, played wonderfully well." He says, characteristically, that he always scanned an audience as rigidly as the play, and he speaks of" the whole crowded audi- torium, and what seeth'd in it, and flush'd from its faces and eyes, to me as much a part of the show as any." Whitman was not himself a musician, but he had a deep love and genuinely intelligent appreciation of music. In poetry, he cared for the big things, the elemental, greatest world-poems. Painting seemed to interest him but little, for in his writings there are slight refer- 33 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN ences to pictures, although he speaks with enthusiasm of several hours spent with a collection of Millet's paintings and draw- ings. Of all the arts, music made the most direct aesthetic appeal and reached him most intimately. In his own work, poems like " The Mystic Trumpeter," " That Music Always Round Me," and " Proud Music of the Storm," and many shorter passages in the " Leaves " are vibrant with a deep and exquisite musical feeling. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess' d them. During the years in New York, Whitman had abundant opportunity to hear good music. " I heard," he says, " these years, well render'd, all the Italian and other operas in vogue." And he remarks else- where, " The experts and musicians of my present friends claim that the new Wagner and his pieces belong far more truly to me, and I to them. Very likely. But I was 34 THE MAN fed and bred under the Italian dispensa- tion, and absorb'd it, and doubtless show it." The years up to 1850 were a time of preparation, indeterminate and more or less unconscious, it would seem, on Whit- man's part. Then came a change. A sud- den illumination flooded the dark gropings after something, and there was revealed to him the single meaning of the complex years. Capacities were there, latent, partly exercised, half-developed, but as yet to no end. Now all things flowed together, took shape, and became a Purpose. The bud, which had been slowly forming, burst into instant flower. The moment was sharp and definite in time. The result was cosmic in its scope and influence. As he lay, one " transparent summer morning," a new con- sciousness was born in him : it was the sud- den, vivid, direct realization of God and of his own soul. 35 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love. This sense of the unity of the Whole, the oneness of all creation with its creator, of love as the vitalizing, all-fusing energy that throbs in every atom of the universe, is the germinal motive and life-essence of " Leaves of Grass. " From this time on, Whitman set him- self deliberately to the making of his po- ems. "After continued personal ambition and ef- fort, as a young fellow, to enter with the rest into competition for the usual rewards, business, political, literary, etc. ... I found myself re- maining possess'd, at the age of thirty-one to thirty-three, with a special desire and convic- 3 6 THE MAN tion. Or rather, to be quite exact, a desire that had been flitting through my previous life, or hovering on the flanks, mostly indefinite hith- erto, had steadily advanced to the front, defined itself, and finally dominated everything else." This desire was to set forth his entire personality against the background of "its immediate days and of current America," in a form and in terms new in literature. At the time when this desire was becom- ing articulate, Whitman was employed as a carpenter. His outward life, as it ap- peared to others, is thus described by his brother George. " I was in Brooklyn in the early fifties, when Walt came back from New Orleans. We all lived together. No change seemed to come over him; he was the same man he had been, grown older and wiser. He made a living now — wrote a little, worked a little, loafed a little. ... We did not know what he was writing. He did not seem more abstracted than usual. He would lie abed late, and after getting up would write a 37 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN few hours if he took the notion — perhaps would go off the rest of the day. -We were all at work — all except Walt. But we knew he was print- ing the book." In view of Whitman's out-of-door ways, his absorption in Nature and his passion for streets and actual human contacts, it is easy to divine the processes of gestation of his poems. Lines were jotted down as they came to him, anywhere, on ferries and omnibuses, at his work, or in the the- atre. Then they were tested and tried by the sound of the wind or in sight of the sea. In 1855 he began the printing of his book, setting much of the type with his own hands ; and in that year, the volume, containing twelve poems, appeared under the title " Leaves of Grass." A thousand copies were printed. The book was placed on sale at several book- stores in New York and Brooklyn. Few, if any, copies were sold. In spite of this discouragement, and in the face of a storm 38 THE MAN of frenzied condemnation, protest, and abuse from reviewers and literary men, Whitman brought out the following year a second edition, containing twenty poems in addition to the original twelve. A third edition, adding one hundred and twenty- two new poems to the preceding thirty- two, was published in Boston in i860. Against the date, i860, Whitman writes, in " Specimen Days " : — " To sum up the foregoing from the outset, (and, of course, far, far more unrecorded,) I estimate three leading sources and formative stamps to my own character, now solidified for good or bad, and its subsequent literary and other outgrowth — the maternal nativity-stock brought hither from far-away Netherlands, for one, (doubtless the best) — the subterranean tenacity and central bony structure (obstinacy, wilfulness) which I get from my paternal Eng- lish elements, for another — and the combina- tion of my Long Island birth-spot, sea-shores, childhood's scenes, absorptions, with teeming 39 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN Brooklyn and New York — with, I suppose, my experiences afterward in the secession out- break, for the third. For, in 1862, startled by news that my brother George, an officer in the 51st New York volunteers, had been seriously wounded, (first Fredericksburg battle, December 13th,) I hurriedly went down to the field of war in Virginia." The story of the next three years is dif- ficult to tell. The quality of Whitman's service in the war-hospitals in Washing- ton is so immediate, so personal and inti- mate, that it cannot at this day be ade- quately phrased. The story must be read as Whitman himself has told it, so beauti- fully and movingly, yet with such simple, unconscious modesty, with extraordinary justice of word and reticence of sentiment, in the section of " Leaves of Grass " en- titled " Drum Taps/' in pages of " Speci- men Days/' and in the volume of letters named " The Wound Dresser." In the field and at Washington, for three years 40 THE MAN Whitman ministered to sick and wounded soldiers, — boys and very young men, most of them, from fifteen to twenty-five, — as a self-appointed messenger of relief. So he rendered countless and unspeakable services : distributing little gifts, some fruit, jellies, tobacco, writing-paper, and envel- opes already stamped, reading - matter, small sums of money; writing letters for the soldiers to the " folks at home " ; read- ing aloud ; humoring as far as possible every little whim; and above all, beyond any other gift, giving love and personal affection to lonely, homesick, wounded boys and unfriended dying men. " I can testify," he says, " that friendship has lit- erally cured a fever, and the medicine of daily affection, a bad wound." The money needed to carry on his work was contrib- uted by friends in the North. His own private expenses he was able to meet by writing for the newspapers. He lived with extreme frugality, but he took care always 4i AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN to appear in the hospitals in health-giving freshness and cleanliness of body and dress. Thus he went among from eighty thousand to one hundred thousand of the sick and wounded, as " sustainer of spirit and body in some slight degree, in time of need." Without his experience of the War, Whitman has said, " Leaves of Grass " could not have been what it now is. His approach in closest intimacy to young men of all the States, North, West, and South, gave him, as nothing else could have given him, an understanding of the possibilities and the grandeur of this country, and its promise, in the human stuff of which it is composed, for the future of democracy. In the midst of agonies and death, the love of comrades which he had known through the years, and had celebrated in his poetry, came to its fullest sublime expression. In the awful wrench and compelling realities of such contacts, the last bonds of conven- tional restraints and superficial reserves 42 THE MAN were snapped asunder, and love flowed forth, enveloping all things in life-bringing floods. In the presence of death he divined death's meaning. He learned anew the power of faith, and the redeeming strength of hope in immortality. He saw how out of sacrifice and pain, joy is born, and evil is transfigured into good. These years of suffering and opportunity, as they were for him the supreme expression of comrade- ship, so they were the summit of his achieve- ment in his relations to his fellows, and they were the fruition-time of his genius. From this time on, his face is turned toward the Valley of the Shadow, which opens into the Light beyond. Toward the end of the War, Whitman's supremely perfect health, in which he had gloried, gave way to the superhuman drain upon it. His amazing vitality was weak- ened; and at last, while helping one day to dress a gangrenous wound in the hos- pital, he contracted blood-poisoning. From 43 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN this attack he recovered, but his health was broken, never to be fully restored. About this time, Whitman obtained a clerkship in the Department of the Interior. Shortly afterward, he was removed by the Secre- tary of the Department, in circumstances little creditable to that official, for having published an immoral book. Almost im- mediately, however, he secured a clerkship in the Attorney-General's office. This po- sition he retained until 1873, wnen he was incapacitated by a stroke of paralysis. He removed to Camden, New Jersey, which he made his home during the remainder of his life. These years he gave to literary work, undisturbed by any important out- ward events, composing poems, writing prose, and bringing out successive editions of his works. He was able to spend much time out of doors, basking in the light, listening to Nature, and absorbing cosmic influences. His occupations and observa- tions are recorded with great charm in 44 THE MAN "Specimen Days." In 1879 he made a journey as far west as the Rocky Mount- ains, and home by way of Canada. In Camden he gathered about him a little company of devoted friends. Ill and poor, and still the object of bitter attack and threatened legal prosecution, he was nev- ertheless cheered by the recognition his work was receiving in England and on the Continent. There was more suffering than gladness for him now, but his serenity remained unshaken. His whole life justi- fied his poetry, and never more than in the closing years. He kept the faith to the end. At last the hour of quiet was vouch- safed, March 26, 1 892, and Walt Whitman was born again. Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleas' d to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps ! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy. II WHITMAN S ART Rhymes and rhymers pass away, poems distill' d from poems pass away, The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes, Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soil of literature, He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest orig- inal practical example. A reader of poetry, trained in literary- perception, seeking aesthetic experi- ence, and finding satisfaction in the rhyth- mic outlines of beautiful forms and in the music of measure and rhyme, opens "Leaves of Grass" to encounter a shock. At first glance he is bewildered and perhaps repelled. These rough, common, everyday words, these bumps and knots, these ejaculations, these strange, involved sentences or no- sentences, — this is not prose exactly, nor 46 WHITMAN'S ART does it seem to be poetry, as he is familiar with it. His eye falls on the line, " I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world." Not only is the poetry uncouth : this shaggy bard appears to be aware of his uncouthness and even to glory in it. Yet, perhaps, piqued by curiosity, the reader ventures a page or two, with open mind and attentive ear. Unaccountably, as it seems at first, the spell begins to lay hold upon him. Through these paragraphs undulates a subtle rhythm, like the rhythm of cosmic forces, — the ebb and flow of the tide, the re- turn of the seasons. These random phrases — are they not accidental? — fall with the eternal rightness of the fall of a stone ; they strike with the emphasis and sudden finality of a lightning-bolt. The power of it is un- deniable. In spite of himself, the reader sur- renders to the magic of this new strange ut- terance; and he asks himself wonderingly, What is poetry, after all ? In terms of a broad definition, poetry is 47 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN the articulate expression of emotion through the medium of concrete symbols phrased in words; it is impassioned speech. The form y by which poetry is distinguished from prose, is not a primary differentia, but fol- lows as a consequence upon the emotion within, which pulses outward to expression. Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night inces- santly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world ; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin. Here there is neither rhyme nor definite metre. The emotion is intense and the thought exalted ; bound up together, they embody themselves in a form, and they speak a language, which have the power to stir the reader and to rouse in him a mood consonant with the writer's own. Or again, 48 WHITMAN'S ART out of the mystery of the night and quick- ened by the touch of earth, the soul cries, — I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close, bare-bosom' d night — press close, magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds — night of the large few stars ! Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile, O voluptuous cool-breath' d earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees ! Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty- topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river ! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow' d earth — rich apple-blossom' d earth ! Smile, for your lover comes. Poetry in the great sense this work surely is. Those who are repelled by its form have not penetrated beneath the surface. For the distinction between prose and poetry is a matter less of external form than of content. 49 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN The degree in which literature becomes po- etry is measured by the intensity of emotion it embodies and communicates, or by the exaltation of the thought expressed, or by the union of the two elements. In true poetry, the external form is a result. For intense emotion and exalted thought utter themselves naturally, inevitably, in rhyth- mic forms. Rhyme, which figures so largely in modern verse, came late into poetry, and then less as an essential part of the form than as an added ornament. Rhyme supplies to verse the character of melody, and by the addition of this musical quality heightens its immediately sensuous appeal. So rhyme may be called an accompaniment of poetry ; the foundation of the form is rhythm. As poetry differs in its nature both as to matter and as to manner, so it works a various effect. It may please by virtue of its form : the logic of its total structure, architectural, sculpturesque, or gemlike, satisfies the mind ; its musical qualities of 50 WHITMAN'S ART metre and rhyme and tone-color delight the ear; the beauty of suggested images fills the eye. The core of thought is beaten thin, to be drawn and wrought into a sur- face-pattern. In contrast to this sound- weaving and verbal jeweler's-work is the poetry of energy, which compels the form to its own uses, breaking through the con- fines of rhyme, coercing metre to change step at need, and surcharging its medium with the throbs of flexible, variant rhythm. It debouches, as it rises, — in intensity and exaltation. Emotion and thought dominate form. Its note is power; the result — not pleasure merely, but heightened activity of being and a larger grasp on life. In the case of Whitman, it is not im- portant finally to determine whether his work is prose or poetry. Clearly the char- acter of it is energy rather than formal charm. As it happens, subtleties of verbal distinctions are swept aside by his torrent- ial utterance. Established forms, accepted 5i AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN canons, suffer shipwreck ; there is some loss and some beneficial purgation. Of the residuum emerging from the vortex it re- mains for us to consider the value. It ap- pears in the result that our concern with Whitman's work is not classification but his power to move us. After all, the vital worth of any art-product is not conformity but energy. In approaching cc Leaves of Grass," we may not content ourselves with excerpts and single passages ; we are to seek to understand the nature of the work as a whole. We may be helped toward that understanding by some insight into Whit- man's intentions regarding it, his hopes for it. Ultimately, however, the work is justi- fied by its results. These may be defined by each reader for himself as they bear on his individual temper and experience. My purpose here is simply to point the way. " Leaves of Grass " is what Whitman hoped to make it and believed it to be, — 52 WHITMAN'S ART a new thing in literature. It is a fresh start. Motive and content, vocabulary and verse- form are without precedent in English let- ters. Whereas the older poetry depends for its appeal upon stirring action or dramatic situation, or is the expression of some phase of temperament in an exceptional man, Whitman in contrast aims to set forth an entire personality, not exceptional but pos- sible to any man, acting in an environment, definite as to time and place, which offers only the incitements and occasions of aver- age daily life. His motive is new, in that the personality he records is taken in its entirety, in the small equally with the large. His method of attack is different, in that he divests himself of all the trappings of exalted station, unusual endowment, or erudite achievement. With ample gait and free assuredness of bearing, he moves into the page in the easy dress of a man of the people who earns his living by his hands. The stronghold of aristocracy in literature 53 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN is stormed by an artisan of the streets and country-side, who makes himself at home upon the ruins and calmly builds himself a shelter there. Consequent upon this shift in emphasis, his manner of address is neces- sarily different, in that it is the speech and terminology of common men and things. A workman could exchange his comfort- able natural blouse for the rigid coat of evening wear more gracefully than such a purpose could clothe itself in the court costume of polite letters. New motive, new material, new form, — this is the task that Whitman deliberately set himself to achieve in poetry. Original and unique as the book is, it is not to be supposed that " Leaves of Grass " is an accident, or that Whitman cut loose from the past altogether. His first word to his new public — the opening sentence of the Preface of the first edition of his poems — reads : "America does not repel the past or what it has produced under its 54 WHITMAN'S ART forms." A period of seven or eight years was the time of gestation of the book, fol- lowing upon a long apprenticeship to the established craft of letters. His literary training, desultory as it was and quite at his own will and pleasure, reverted to sources and models of supreme excellence. He recognized the service of older literatures to their age and people, and he freely ad- mitted his own obligation to them. " If I had not stood," he says, " before those poems with uncover'd head, fully aware of their colossal grandeur and beauty of form and spirit, I could not have written c Leaves of Grass.' " But though the " temper and inculcation of the old works " helped to shape him, their chief profit to him was to furnish a basis of comparison and contrast with reference to his own purpose and en- vironment, and to supply less a model for emulation than a point of departure into the new. As America is a child and heir of the past, but independent now in its 55 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN own right, and a new being, so Whitman's poetry is made possible by elder achieve- ment, an outgrowth from it by transmis- sion, but it is none the less in its own time self-begotten and self-sustained. The old world had the poems of " myths, fictions, feudalism, conquest, caste, dynastic wars, and splendid exceptional characters and af- fairs " ; the new world needs the poems of "realities and science and of the democratic average and basic equality." Another land and time, another art. " Grateful and reverent legatee of the past," the poet of America to-day is the native-born child of the new world. Acknowledging its debt to precedent songs, " Leaves of Grass " presupposes something different. The pro- tagonist advances to the centre of the stage, a new figure. The scene too is changed, and with it, all its accessories. It is no longer a question of myth, legend, or romance, or " choice plots of love or war " ; of heroes, great personages, or fine-drawn sensibilities. 56 WHITMAN'S ART The theme of the new song is your average man, going practically about his work, en- joying honestly his hours off, and always in direct actual contact with things. The thea- tre of his deeds is the workshop or the fields; his glory and illustriousness is to be himself; his recompense is to know reality. As Whit- man surveys the occupations and oppor- tunities of America, set off against the con- stricted environment of old-world poets, it seems to him "as if a poetry with cosmic and dynamic features of magnitude andlim- itlessness suitable to the human soul, were never possible before. " This poetry can draw its inspiration and supply all its needed symbols from the lives of com- mon men. Common life, if it is to find voice at all, must come to expression in its own terms. Fitly to celebrate the average man, we must speak his racy idiom ; to glorify things still in the making, we need the vernacular, — language that is still fluid and plastic in the 57 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN mouths of men. There shall be no rigid forms, no polished reflecting surfaces; all shall be rough and fresh and smelling of the earth, — the fragrance of new-cut timber, the acrid tang of unset mortar; it must have movement to tally the rush and hubbub of the streets. With aggressive deliberateness and a fierce joy, Whitman denies himself all "stock ornaments." He will not give us a "mere tale, a rhyme, a prettiness " ; he will make a poem of materials and show how they furnish their parts toward the soul. The true art, said Millet, with whom Whit- man had so much in common, is " to make the trivial serve for the expression of the sublime. " Often with Whitman the trivial refused to unfold into the sublime, and be- came ridiculous. But no less often his per- formance exceeded himself, and his flight outstripped his aim. With this preliminary clearing of the ground, Whitman moved to the attack. He approached his work, equipped with a pro- 58 WHITMAN'S ART gramme and armed with a theory. He pro- posed to himself a definite task, and he had clearly conceived notions as to how he should accomplish it. His sense of the im- portance of his project, and the conscious elaborateness with which he set himself to the assault, worked for both good and ill. Had he been less ambitious in his aim, he could not have carried so far ; but his very comprehensiveness involved him in the tangle of the absurdly obvious and plunged him into the morasses of the obviously absurd. Had he been less conscious of his method, he could not have achieved his fresh sight of things, with his consequent grasp of the actual and his transcendent vision of latent spiritual meanings. But he would not have attempted the impossible, and accepting the impartial verdict which derives from reference to external standards, he would have been spared defeat where he believed himself to have compelled suc- cess. 59 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN Whitman's programme included nothing less than the universe. The macrocosm is enfolded in the microcosm. The universe renders itself intelligible in terms of man. "In the centre of all, and object of all, stands the Human Being." To be most compre- hensive in his scope, he will make the poem of personality; and the human being he knows most about is of course himself. He will have life at first hand. He will not accept old-world traditions, " imported in some ship," nor "poems distill'd from poems. " Although there are emotions com- mon to all mankind, yet these, in order to make their most intimate appeal to the in- dividual, must find expression freshly in the man's own native idiom ; for the spirit and the form are one, says Whitman, and "de- pend far more on association, identity, and place than is supposed." So this personal- ity which he employs as his symbol is to be set in the midst of and is to tally " the momentous spirit and facts of its imme- 60 WHITMAN'S ART diate days and of current America." Walt Whitman, in his own person and vicariously for all men, is the centre and the theme. Upon this centre converge all events, all consequences and effects, all currents and influences; from it radiate in ever-widening circles, dipping beyond the verge of human horizons and merging into infinity, all acts, all thoughts, all feelings, the very essences of all things. Nor did Whitman undertake his pro- gramme lightly. He had his deliberate theory as to the poetic office, and clear ideas as to practical method. The poet, according to Whitman, differs from ordin- ary men not in kind but in degree. "The others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not." The poet is the An- swerer. He resolves all idioms and tongues into his own; as he translates all things into himself, so by and through him any man may translate the universe into terms of his own personality. 61 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosen* d. In the poet and the poet's experience, each man finds the expression of himself and of his own experience. The ordinary man deals with parts ; the poet presents the Whole. He is compounded of particulars, but he transcends particulars and becomes universal. He seeks to "aggregate all in a living principle." This principle is the unity that underlies variety, and it is the message of materials to the spirit. A poet in this sense Whitman aims to be, and the poet of America in the last half of the nineteenth century. Now America " demands a poetry that is bold, modern, and all-surrounding and kosmical as she is herself." It must, though court- eously, cut loose from even the greatest models of the past, and it must have en- tire faith in itself. It will inspire itself with science, with all present-day thought and 62 WHITMAN'S ART freedom, and it must bend its vision to- ward the future. Tried by his own direct contact with realities, the accepted poetry of his time seemed to Whitman to be hopelessly inadequate. Either its signi- ficance has passed with the passing of the transient manners and ways of thought which it depicted and expressed, as was the case with the earlier literature and later imitations of it; or it failed utterly to dis- cern and to cope with the larger realities which Whitman knew. In his mind, the breakdown of poetry in substance is asso- ciated with the characteristics of its form. Therefore he fears " grace, elegance, civil- ization, delicatesse, the mellow-sweet, the sucking of honey-juice." In opposition he will assert the rugged and the rude; he will speak a language " fann'd by the breath of Nature, which leaps overhead, cares mostly for impetus and effects. " A primordial task, therefore, Whitman proposes, truly a work of creation, as he 63 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN launches himself upon the new world. He will be the inaugurator of a new-founded literature, not " to exhibit technical, rhyth- mic, or grammatical dexterity," but a litera- ture " underlying life, religion, consistent with science, handling the elements and forces with competent power, teaching and training men/' In any craft, he says, "he is greatest forever and ever who contrib- utes the greatest original practical exam- ple." After our excursion into programme and theory, the practical example now en- gages us as we turn to estimate results. Considered first of all in its merely for- mal aspect, " Leaves of Grass," whatever else it may be besides, is not to be wholly excluded from the category of poetry. De- nying himself the aid of sharply marked metre and the sonority and graces of rhyme, Whitman bases his title to the poetic office upon two characteristics of his style : these are the imaginative power of 64 WHITMAN'S ART his phrasing and his rhythm. As a pro- pagandist and a theorist, Whitman is inter- esting and significant, but not convincing or creative of beauty ; as with Wordsworth, when he is most conscious and affirmative, he is least a poet. But by native temper- ament and by chance experience of life, he maintained that original and fresh relation to things which is the making of an artist ; and he was gifted with an instinctive, curi- ously just perception of musical values which enabled him to achieve impassioned and quickening emotional expression. Whitman has the authentic artist's in- nocence of the eye. He sees all things as though for the first time, and he sees them with delighted surprise. This deliberate freshness of vision, attended by wonder, makes possible a grasp of the salient and the essential. From this follows the grav- ing epithet, cutting the image with light- ning-revealed distinctness; from this, the evocative phrase, summoning forth the 65 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN very being of the thing, — a living spirit now, transcending its material embodiment, playing upon our spirit and quickening us to response and fusion. Whitman ranges all the way from the literal mention of hopelessly prosaic objects which not even his imagination is powerful enough to il- lumine, up to the ultimate sublimities of transfigured imagery and creative phrase. One is sufficiently familiar with his cata- loguing method. This strain and fibre in his verse is usually the first charge to be brought against him in any indictment of his poetry. Undoubtedly for Whitman himself this pell-mell of names and things had a certain imaginative value, as repre- senting the infinite diversity of the uni- verse. But no less undoubtedly it has not the same value for the reader. Art is not the bald reproduction of actuality. Art in- terprets, and makes vital what was before inert; it translates material into mood. In his uninspired moments — of which there 66 WHITMAN'S ART were many — Whitman gives us not the impression and spirit of chaos, its import for the emotions, but chaos itself, actual and unredeemed. Often, however, in these very catalogues, he lifts the single item out of itself, translating the object into sensa- tion and kindling it with the glow of his own feeling. The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his fore- plane whistles its wild ascending lisp. What before we may have passed a hun- dred times without notice is lighted up with a new interest, and we get a quick sting of pleasure. With him we thrill in The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor. Or that fresh keen sight of his catches a transient group in a vivid flash, arrests it, and makes it permanent because so real. The vividness of the image carries it to our 67 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN own experience so that it becomes a vital part of us. The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps, The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert, The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv'd neck and the counting. Examples might be multiplied inde- finitely. These swift touches with living reality may or may not repay the reader as he pushes through the jostling crowd of common things. For my part, I do not tire of these little vignettes; in them Whitman gives me a new vision of the world. The commonplace becomes interesting after all ; the daily round is richer than I had sup- posed. Glimpses and images such as these are the upland levels, the wide-stretching plateaus, of Whitman's verse. On the heights he is absolute. The exaltation of his thought and all-fusing intensity of his 68 WHITMAN'S ART emotion compel their own supremely ade- quate, transfiguring expression. Analysis cannot here penetrate the secret of his alchemy. The critical faculty is annulled as we are caught up in this transcendent flight, lifted out of ourselves until we be- come the poet. This poetry works its own eternal miracle. The poet's vision is our vision, his mood is our mood; we are, even as he is, on the heights. Whitman had " the divine power to speak words." On this transfiguring en- ergy of his phrase he rests his first claim upon our attention as readers of poetry. Many of his lines, even whole poems, are mere jottings and fragments, — "glimpses through an interstice caught," — repro- ducing the inconsequence of momentary experience. Such as these justify them- selves by their vividness and their life- communicating quality. Yet to stop here is to stop at the very surface. For under- lying the apparently scattered members of '69 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN this poetry there is a penetrative and per- meating unity, a unity of feeling imparted to discrete objects and sensations by the temperament across which they play. The individual stream of consciousness flows on unbrokenly, though gathering into it- self tributary incidents, and swirling into eddies along its borders. " My poems," Whitman says in a manuscript note, " should be a unity, in the same sense that the earth is, or that a human body ... or that a perfect musical composition is." In the last clause we have the key to the sec- ond and larger appeal of Whitman's work as poetry. This is its musical quality. Not only are Whitman's words often un- surpassable for their image-making power, now sharply cutting, now lambent in their caress, effusing emotion and mood. His phrases are sonorous on the tongue, and subtly modulated, and they are distin- guished by a tone-color extraordinarily sensuous and musical. 70 WHITMAN'S ART Soothe! soothe! soothe! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind, And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close, But my love soothes not me, not me. Here is the hush of sibilants recurring in regular measure : soothe, cloje, its, .Toother, embracing, .Toother. Here is the calm of open vowels : soothe, wvzve, behmd, em- bracing ; a calm broken and so intensified by the huddling consonants, lapping every one close. Then follow two lines heavy with the weight of the late and lagging moon. Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging — O I think it is heavy with love, with love. Here the rhythm changes ; the beat is slower and more prolonged. Now with crowding consonants, the sea breaks and gently spreads itself on the flow. O madly the sea pushes upon the land, With love, with love. Then ensue the huddle and unrest of close 7" AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN vowels, thick-studded consonants, and short syllables. O night ! do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers ? , What is that little black thing I see there in the white ? Now come the alarm and call of liquids and open vowels. Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love. Finally, — Low-hanging moon! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow ? O it is the shape, the shape of my mate! O moon do not keep her from me any longer. Once more the sagging, weary weight of open vowels, and the repeated vibration and prolonged echo of " m " and " n " in hang- ing moon, brown, moon, from, any longer. Then the abrupt discord in the dentals, sib- ilants, and close vowels of dusky spot. At 72 WHITMAN'S ART last, the long cry in the repetition and the assonance of " the shape, the shape of my mate," ending in the last line with the sob of broken rhythm and sudden lapse. This mastery of musical effects is not lim- ited to the bar of a single phrase or to the turn of a sentence or brief stanza. Whit- man applies it to his work in its larger masses. Characteristically he does not use metre. I n- dividual lines have a certain fluid stress, like the emphasis given to spoken words where the placing of the sense to be emphasized coincides with natural breath-lengths. But the full sweep of his rhythm completes itself only in the larger group of the whole para- graph. Whitman's instinctive feeling for time-values helped him to the right placing of the stress and modulation, but his effects are more than merely mechanical. An emo- tional influence radiates from his rhythms, given off like an aura, and enveloping them with an atmosphere of mood. In achieving these effects Whitman transcends estab- 73 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN lished poetic forms, and takes his clue and his criterion from Nature. He sees all life as a "procession with measured and perfect motion." Correspondingly, the movement of his verse is processional. It is "less de- finite form, outline, sculpture, and becomes vista, music, half-tints, and even less than half-tints." His music would compete with the mystic trumpeter, the wind; it would accord with the sweep of the plains and the thrust of mountain-ranges ; it would catch and reecho the ineffable influence of the sea. Traveling in his later years in Colorado, "hour after hour, amid all this grim yet joy- ous elemental abandon — this plenitude of material, entire absence of art, untrammel'd play of primitive Nature — the chasm, the gorge, the crystal mountain stream, repeated scores, hundreds of miles — the broad han- dling and absolute uncrampedness — the fantasticformsbathedintransparentbrowns, faint reds and grays, towering sometimes a thousand, sometimes two or three thousand 74 WHITMAN'S ART feet high — at their tops now and then huge masses pois'd, and mixing with the clouds, with only their outlines, hazed in misty lilac, visible": in the presence of this workman- ship transcending art, he exclaims, " I have found the law of my own poems !" Spirit that form'd this scene, These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked fresh- ness, These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own, I know thee, savage spirit — we have communed to- gether, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own ; Was 't charged against my chants they had forgotten art ? To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse ? The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's grace — column and polish' d arch forgot? But thou that revelest here — spirit that form'd this scene, They have remember' d thee. Whitman's rhythms cannot be analyzed according to the established formulas of ver- sification, as pentameter, hexameter ; they cannot be subjected to the usual systems of 75 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN notation, as iambic, trochaic, dactylic, ana- paestic. Rather they are like the rhythms we apprehend in natural processes : they are the rhythms of shifting cloud-forms or of the unresting but measured roll of the sea ; they push forward, recoil, and recur like the in- terweaving of tree-branches, throwing out lateral clusters of twigs and leaves. His rhythms "show the free growth of met- rical laws " ; they bud loosely, but as unerr- ingly as "lilacs and roses on a bush"; and again, they take shapes as compact as "the shapes of chestnuts and oranges and melons and pears." By virtue of their very elusive- ness they give off an emotional quality shed like a "perfume impalpable to form." It is certain that Whitman has caught and registered something of the sinuous, mighty pulse of Nature. In art, the near- est parallel of his work is found not in other poetry but in music. The structure of his poems — the statement of theme and of contrasted or subsidiary themes, the ampli- 76 WHITMAN'S ART fication, the recurrence with modih* cation, the inner progress, now delayed by lateral expression, now gathering itself for a new push forward, but certain to the end, all embodied in appropriate rhythms, evoking mood — is symphonic in plan, variety, and scope. Or again, he composes on the model of recitative and aria, as in Italian opera, which he knew so well. Although his rhythms are large and free, leaving " dim escapes and outlets," his poetry does not lack a firm underlying structure and closely woven texture of thought. His verses are not mere succession, they are develop- ment. Formal logic Whitman distrusted : " the damp of the night drives deeper into my soul." But his poems, from the first germinal inception in his mind to their final perfect flower of phrase and rhythm, are wrought out with a sure, inevitable logic of thought and emotion which matches the inevitableness of Nature's logic in the growth and final form of tree or vine. Con- 77 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN trasted with this free but unerring organic growth, traditional verse-forms are me- chanical and cold: the crystal rigidity of the sonnet, the vain intricacy of ballade and villanelle and rondeau, is but gem-cutting. With such verbal dexterity " Leaves of Grass " has nothing in common. In nim- bleness of foot and deft jugglery of rhyme, any hundred of verse-makers can outstrip this poet. Tried by the movements and ways of Nature and by the great things in music, Whitman shows himself to be a true master of form. "Much is said, among artists, of c the grand style/ as if it were a thing by itself. When a man, artist or whoever, has health, pride, acuteness, noble aspirations, he has the motive elements of the grandest style. The rest is but manipulation (yet that is no small matter). " Here is a clue to another aspect of Whit- man's work, — his craftsmanship and tech- 78 WHITMAN'S ART nique. He was not so innocent as many have supposed him of all that is involved in " manipulation. " Seemingly artless and accidental, Whitman was an artist of high- est power and a consummate craftsman. To cite a specimen instance of Whitman criticism, a recent writer informs us that his poetical method was "the product of his impatience," and he adds : " If this imputes to him some fraudulency as well as much laziness and conceit, this cannot be helped." As against such ignorant and reckless or malicious assertions as this, Whitman's own note-books and papers show the ex- treme deliberateness and prodigious pains with which he wrote. No detail was too small to call for his utmost effort to be ac- curate. Among his papers is a pencil-draw- ing of a full-rigged ship, with the sails, spars, and ropes all named; it was evidently furnished him at his request by some one who was an authority on the subject: this served as the chart for his little poem, 79 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN "Old Age's Ships and Crafty Death's." He studied his materials at first hand, and he learned from the workman himself the technical terminology of his trade. In the volume of " Notes and Fragments " are hundreds of jottings and memoranda of details to be worked into his poems. He has notes of a visit to a forge in the Adirondacks, which he condensed into two lines of the " Song for Occupations." Another is the record of a talk with an old whaleman : from him Whitman learned that the whale has but one calf at a birth. In the 1855 and 1856 editions of "Leaves of Grass," he had a line, " Where the she-whale swims with her calves." In the i860 edi- tion this is changed to read, "Where the she-whale swims with her calf." The very trivialness of the change is significant; for this is the man who was lazy and impatient ! Another note runs: "Whole Poem. Poem of Insects. Get from Mr. Arkhurst the names of all insects — interweave a train 80 WHITMAN'S ART of thoughts suitable — also trains of words." In the search for words he was untiring. In page after page of books in his posses- sion, single words are underscored in pencil, noted for his own future use. His mind, more active than people realized in this big, easy-going man, was constantly on the alert. He carried with him always some scrap of paper, an old envelope, or odd bits pinned together; anywhere and everywhere, at his carpentering, on ferry-boats or the tops of omnibuses, at the theatre, down by the sea- shore, in the war hospitals, or basking in the sunshine by a creek, wherever he was, he made endless jottings and notes. These were carefully worked over, declaimed, weighed, revised, readjusted, before they were finally incorporated into a poem. His poetry was no chance of hit or miss. As his phrases were not the ejaculations of a fine frenzy, but were the final patient selec- tion out of many that might just do, so the poem as a whole was definitely conceived 81 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN and deliberately planned. Here is a scheme outlined in a fragment. " Poem (idea), ' To struggle is not to suffer.' " Bold and strong invocation of suffering — to try how much one can stand. " Overture — a long list of words — the senti- ment of suffering, oppression, despair, anguish. " Collect (rapidly present) terrible scenes of suffering. " c Then man is a God/ Then he walks over all." After a poem was more or less in shape, it was subjected, as his manuscripts abund- antly show, to numerous and thorough- going revisions before it was admitted to his book ; and even there, as " Leaves of Grass " went through successive editions, he made many changes and improvements. In a manuscript note for his own guidance he wrote : — " In future ' Leaves of Grass/ Be more severe with the final revision of the poem, nothing will do, not one word or sentence, that is not perfectly 82 WHITMAN'S ART clear — with positive purpose — harmony with the name, nature, drift of the poem. Also no orna- ments, especially no ornamental adjectives, unless they have come molten hot, and imperiously prove themselves. No ornamental similes at all — not one : perfect transparent clearness, sanity and health are wanted — that is the divine style — O if it can be attained — " Whitman's departure from the estab- lished forms of poetry, therefore, was not due to fraudulency or laziness, in spite of those who tell us glibly that he did not " even take the trouble to write prose/' Nor was it effected in any spirit of license. More than most versifiers, Whitman recog- nized the necessity of law. The difference is that he goes deeper than most, in per- ceiving that the true law of art is obedience, not to external form, but to inner essential needs. As a tree grows and takes its per- fect shape and beauty in response to the law of its own being, so poetry is not made but grows ; it develops out of its own inner 83 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN necessity, in so far as the poet is not med- dlesome but consents to be " the free chan- nel of himself." But as a tree, in the ex- pression of its being, is subjected to the forces and conditions of the materials out of which it builds itself, so poetry also accepts the laws and conditions of its nature. Art is a spirit ; technique — the processes by which art is given bodily form — employs materi- als. Art, therefore, in the conscious and material elements of it, is based on science. " Exact science," says Whitman, " and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet, but always his encouragement and support. . . . The sailor and traveler — the anatomist, chemist, astronomer, geologist, phrenologist, spir- itualist, mathematician, historian, and lexico- grapher, are not poets, but they are the lawgivers of poets, and their construction underlies the structure of every perfect poem." Again he says, u The work of the poet is as deep as the astro- nomer's or engineer's, and his art is also as far- fetch'd." 84 WHITMAN'S ART In his very recognition and acceptance of the laws of his art, the poet shows himself master, and then he bends the laws to his own will. "A great poet is followed by- laws — they conform to him.*' True art is not conformity, but mastery. Whitman did not, as some have fancied, cultivate eccentricity for its own sake. His break with traditional forms and the ad- mitted canons of literature was not due to caprice or a desire for singularity. It was inevitable ; and the differences which dis- tinguish his work from other poetry follow necessarily from his point of view, his aims, and his choice and use of his material and medium. "As I have lived/' he says, "in fresh lands, inchoate, and in a revolution- ary age, future-founding, I have felt to identify the points of that age, these lands, in my recitatives, altogether in my own way. Thus my form has strictly grown from my purports and facts, and is the analogy of them." He will avoid all that is remote, 85 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN imported, traditional, and derived ; he be- gins at the beginning. He will make his poems in " the spirit that comes from the contact with real things themselves," as distinct from " the study of pictures of things " ; and he will be " faithful to the perfect likelihoods of Nature." His ulti- mate ideal of style is simplicity. "To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals, and the unimpeachableness of the senti- ment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside, is the flawless triumph of art." By such untrammeled intimacy with Na- ture and absorption of her spirit, and by such immediate simplicity of diction, the poet achieves originality. Originality is not a mechanical trick of speech, nor does it reside in external form. It is born of the spirit, and it must show itself " in new com- binations and new meanings where there was before thought no greatness. The style of expression must be carefully purged of 86 WHITMAN'S ART anything striking or dazzling or ornamental — and with great severity precluded from all that is eccentric." In the result Whit- man is truly original, — a new personality and a new voice in literature. Whitman was a pioneer and had his work to do for himself. With so vast a pro- gramme, with forms to be invented, and with so much crude material to be fused, it is not to be supposed that he maintains a level or that he is invariably beautiful or convincing. He undertook too much. Neither he nor his public was ripe for the achievement. In spite of his heroic effort and limitless good-will, his material was still too stubborn to yield wholly to such transmuting energy as his alchemy could command. He might have cast away the dross and left the gold, but this he was unwilling to do. Instead, he cheerfully pro- claimed the dross to be as good as gold, and not every reader agrees with him. The 87 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN human vision is not yet divine vision; and man's mind has not yet the power to grasp the Whole, in which opposites are recon- ciled. Good and evil are still set in conflict ; and we still distinguish between the excel- lent and the inferior. So it is evident to any reader of Whitman that much of his work is mistaken in theory and unredeemed in practice. Even his admirers recognize this element, and this much they freely concede to critics in the opposite camp. To be sure, those who hold Whitman as primarily a prophet are not greatly troubled by it, for they value him for the content of his message, with less regard to its form. But those who consider him as at his best a poet of the highest order are not blind to this admixture in his work of the prosaic and the bizarre. When Stevenson remarks that "the word c hatter' cannot be used seri- ously in emotional verse," most of us are quite ready to agree with him. We are dis- posed to feel that in so far as Whitman was 88 WHITMAN'S ART unable or unwilling to be his own critic and editor, in so far as he failed to select and to reject, so far he failed of being an artist. As it happens. Whitman was an extraordinarily shrewd and penetrating literary critic, as many passages in his prose-writings abund- antly prove. Setting aside the question of Whitman's ability in the matter, our atti- tude toward cc Leaves of Grass," with our consequent estimate of it, depends upon whether we regard the book from the poet's point of view or our own. Doubtless, if Whitman had done this or had not done that, it would have pleased you or me better. But after all the question is, what his work finally means to us on the basis of what it pleased Whitman actually to do. He ac- cepted in himself the full responsibility for his performance in its entirety; and we may take him as he is, without speculation as to what he might have been if only he had been something else. Taking Whitman as he is, then, we per- 89 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN ceive that " Leaves of Grass " is a growth, the slow unfolding through the years of the central germinal thought, conceived in its total unity in the beginning, and finding lateral and upward expression, leaf upon leaf, in due succession. Many of the single poems are quite complete in themselves ; and these successive expressions may be received in their momentary completeness; as such, they are satisfying, often surpass- ingly beautiful. The poem entitled "Re- conciliation," for example, may be read by itself to powerful effect ; yet it acquires infinitely fuller meaning if set in its place in the whole series of " Drum Taps." Just so, we miss the larger significance of Whit- man's book if we fail to realize that it is not a mere aggregate of particulars, or ac- cidental, loose accretion of random ideas. " Leaves of Grass " is not, as some critics would have us believe, a scrap-book or a rag-bag, into which Whitman tossed his odds and ends of thoughts and phrases, 90 WHITMAN'S ART which he did not trouble himself to classify and to elaborate coherently. " Leaves of Grass" is organic, and a whole; its parts are held together in vital interrelation; and it is to be received and comprehended only in its entirety. The poet aims to figure forth the eternal flux of things, the wonderful diversity of life, and the greater wonder of the unity underlying it. His style, beyond any other characteristic of it, is fluid ; and his poems are crowded with jostling, heter- ogeneous materials and images. Yet em- braced by the cosmic sweep of his absorbing and interpreting personality, all things fall naturally into place, and diversity is fused into unity. Leaves of grass : one spirit, many manifestations. As in Nature, so in this poetry, not all is flower and fruit; much is shaggy bark, and knotted, tough- fibred wood. There are passages of su- preme poetry, unmatchable for sublimity of thought and compelling beauty of phrase. Mingled with them are reaches of prose, 9 1 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN — prose that is incoherent in structure, commonplace in wording, and banal in thought. But it is not upon a part, how- ever triumphant the part may be, that Whitman rests his case. He would not have us cull the blossoms, to deck a room for a day ; nor try to skip from peak to peak in Olympian disdain. We leave the blossoms out of doors, and love the tree, which will drop fruit in its own time. We possess the landscape, — morasses and tangled lowlands, no less than the mount- ain-tops. In such a survey, necessarily we take the bad with the good, the nonsense with the divine sense, the banal with the sublime. We accept the " hatter," " Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field," " Kanuck," and "Tuckahoe "; and we give thanks for " the light that wraps me in delicate equable showers," for "the sun falling around a helpless thing," and for "the huge and thoughtful night." We take the cosmos as we find it, and try, with such grace as 92 WHITMAN'S ART we can command, to make the necessary- adjustments. The recompense is certain and enough. " A stretch of interminable white-brown sand, hard and smooth and broad, with the ocean per- petually, grandly, rolling in upon it, with slow- measured sweep, with rustle and hiss and foam, and many a thump as of low bass-drums." This scene,Whitman says, though wholly- imaginary, for years at intervals came up before him ; it entered largely into his prac- tical life, and into his writings to shape and color them. The picture is a symbol of " Leaves of Grass." Whitman's poetry is like the sea. It has the same amplitude and power> the same unbridled swing, the same variety and unity- in- variety; it is spacious and composite; it has the sea's movement and stir, its imme- diacy and its suggestions of infinity beyond. We plunge into it, to encounter a shock ; the first recoil is followed by a sense of 93 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN exhilaration and of escape out of cramping manners and dress into the nakedness of a wider, bigger element. The sea was for Whitman the symbol of the cosmos, and the criterion by which to test reality. Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers; These, these, O sea, all these I *d gladly barter, Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse, And leave its odor there. The impression of Whitman's poetry in the large is vastness and freedom. It is es- sentially a poetry of out-of-doors. His per- formance can " face the open fields and the sea-side"; it meets "the broadcast doings of the day and night." Whitman gets his inspiration from Nature and natural men. He prefers the companionship of mechan- ics, boatmen, farmers, to the society of drawing-rooms and libraries. Not parts 94 WHITMAN'S ART of men but whole men, simplicity, candor, liberality, things as God made them, are what he likes. He loves movement and masses and variety and space. The sea held him by its illimitableness ; and great cities too, like Brooklyn and New York, drew him powerfully by their sheer immensity of scale. Thus he says : — " The splendor, picturesqueness, and oceanic amplitude and rush of these great cities, the un- surpass'd situation, rivers and bay, sparkling sea- tides, costly and lofty new buildings, facades of marble and iron, of original grandeur and ele- gance of design, with the masses of gay color, the preponderance of white and blue, the flags flying, the endless ships, the tumultuous streets, Broadway, the heavy, low, musical roar, hardly ever intermitted, even at night ; the jobbers' houses, the rich shops, the wharves, the great Central Park, and the Brooklyn Park of hills (as I wander among them this beautiful fall weather, musing, watching, absorbing) — the assemblages of the citizens in their groups, conversations, 95 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN trades, evening amusements, or along the by- quarters — these, I say, and the like of these, completely satisfy my senses of power, fulness, motion, &c, and give me through such senses and appetites, and through my aesthetic con- science, a continued exaltation and absolute ful- filment." . To match the infinitely shifting diversity of things, which Whitman feels so vividly, his poetic form is composite and indeter- minate. It has " the loose-clear-crowded- ness" of the night sky. The peculiar value of this form is suggestiveness. His pur- poses are as obvious and as intricate as Nature's are. Superficially "Leaves of Grass" is a maze of contradictions, though the underlying unity is finally there. So, in spite of his manifest assertiveness and loud voice, Whitman is curiously reticent; elusive and bafHing he is, so that we never quite fathom his ultimate reserve. We sound him again and again and yet again, and do not touch bottom. There are "divine things 96 WHITMAN'S ART well envelop'd." Where other poetry is static, Whitman is dynamic. It has seemed to me that perhaps the most perfect little poem in English is Keats' s cc Ode on a Gre- cian Urn." Here content is absolutely matched by form ; here thought and emo- tion and the manner of expression are in exquisite equilibrium. But the equilibrium is stable. I read the Ode and find it super- latively beautiful ; I read it again and find it just as beautiful, but not more so : it is complete, — here, now, once, and for all time. The very perfection of it is its lim- itation. I read Whitman, and he seems to me wonderful ; I read him again, and he seems more wonderful, ever more and more wonderful, disclosing new wonder and beauty without end. Keats's Ode is a supreme triumph of art. Whitman chal- lenges comparison with Nature. His po- etry is compounded of " influences that make up, in their limitless field, that peren- nial health-action of the air we call the 97 AN APPROACH TO WALT WHITMAN weather — an infinite number of currents and forces, and contributions, and temper- atures, and cross-purposes, whose ceaseless play of counterpart upon counterpart brings constant restoration and vitality." Hence the irresistibly tonic quality of this poetry, its power to stimulate and to supply. The wide scope and the free form of Whitman's work permit the play of many purposes and the inclusion of diverse ma- terials. In " Leaves of Grass," taken in its entirety, we may distinguish three elements. The first is prose, — a commonplaceness of thought, the use of familiar things in all their unrelieved familiarity, and a literalness of phrasing; this element is the bed-soil of his verse. The second element is the direct statement of ideas ; under this head we have his championship of Democracy and his ag- gressive glorification of