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"Good-Bye My Fancy!" explores themes of mortality, reflecting the author's advancing age and the approach of death. The poem's tone is somber and introspective, contrasting with the exuberance of the author's youth.
GOOD-BYE MY FANCY. * T HERE is something at once very pathetic and courageous in this definitive leave-taking by the poet Walt Whitman. His traits and his place in literature need no farther discussion at present; neither does his absorbent personality that has desired to assimilate the world, or the singular contests of praise and blame which ...
Whitman bids farewell to his fancy, his imagination, in the final poem of Leaves of Grass proper. He identifies with his body and hopes to be united with his fancy again in the world of bliss.
I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing. To a Stranger. This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me. The Prairie-Grass Dividing. When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame. We Two Boys Together Clinging. A Promise to California. Here the Frailest Leaves of Me.
'Good-bye, my Fancy!' is Walt Whitman's Hermes-image to convey his parting salutations to the afterworld. In its sixty-six pages we have a medley and motley of prose and verse like what the countryman calls the rich 'strippings' of the cow's milk, the last and oiliest, the most nutritious and creamiest of the lacteal fountain.
I’m going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Goodbye my Fancy. Now for my last—let me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.
I'm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my Fancy. Now for my last--let me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.
