INTRODUCTION

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) grew up in Long Island and Brooklyn, New York, apprenticing to become a printer until he turned to teaching and then eventually to journalism. Regardless, Whitman was devoted to reading and writing from an early age. he self-published his first volume of poetry, Leaves of Grass, in 1855 (where “Song of Myself” first appeared, untitled) and then kept revising and expanding the volume over the remaining decades of his life. Whitman first added “I Hear America Singing” to the 1860 edition. During the Civil War, Whitman returned to newspaper work, writing for New York newspapers as an occasional correspondent based in Washington, where he also volunteered as a nurse in wartime hospitals. In the summer of 1863, Whitman wrote a column for the New York Times describing Abraham Lincoln, whom he noted he saw “almost every day” as the president rode into the White House from his summer cottage at the Soldiers’ Home, a military community on the outskirts of town (and like a 19th-century Camp David presidential retreat). Whitman lived in Washington for years before eventually settling in New Jersey. He became celebrated as an American poet even before his death and especially in the years since. Dubbed “America’s world poet,” by the Poetry Foundation, and exalted as “a latter-day successor to Homer, Virgil, Dante, and Shakespeare,” Whitman today is regarded by many critics as the nation’s greatest poet.
I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
