DEAR FRIEND:Yours of the 28th Feb. receivd, and indeed welcomd. I am jogging along still about the same in physical conditionstill certainly no worse, and I sometimes lately suspect rather better, or at any rate more adjusted to the situation. Even begin to think of making some move, some change of base, &c.: the doctors have been advising it for over two years, but I havent felt to do it yet. My paralysis does not liftI cannot walk any distanceI still have this baffling, obstinate, apparently chronic affection of the stomachic apparatus and liver: yet I get out of doors a little every daywrite and read in moderationappetite sufficiently good(eat only very plain food, but always did that)digestion tolerablespirits unflagging. I have told you most of this before, but suppose you might like to know it all again, up to date. Of course, and pretty darkly coloring the whole, are bad spells, prostrations, some pretty grave ones, intervalsand I have resignd myself to the certainty of permanent incapacitation from solid work: but things may continue at least in this half-and-half way for months, even years.
My books are out, the new edition; a set of which, immediately on receiving your letter of 28th, I have sent you, (by mail, March 15,) and I suppose you have before this receivd them. My dear friend, your offers of help, and those of my other British friends, I think I fully appreciate, in the right spirit, welcome and acceptiveleaving the matter altogether in your and their hands, and to your and their convenience, discretion, leisure, and nicety. Though poor now, even to penury, I have not so far been deprived of any physical thing I need or wish whatever, and I feel confident I shall not in the future. During my employment of seven years or more in Washington after the war (186572) I regularly saved part of my wages: and, though the sum has now become about exhausted by my expenses of the last three years, there are already beginning at present welcome dribbles hitherward from the sales of my new edition, which I just job and sell, myself, (all through this illness, my book-agents for three years in New York successively, badly cheated me,) and shall continue to dispose of the books myself. And that is the way I should prefer to glean my support. In that way I cheerfully accept all the aid my friends find it convenient to proffer.
To repeat a little, and without undertaking details, understand, dear friend, for yourself and all, that I heartily and most affectionately thank my British friends, and that I accept their sympathetic generosity in the same spirit in which I believe (nay, know) it is offerdthat though poor I am not in wantthat I maintain good heart and cheer; and that by far the most satisfaction to me (and I think it can be done, and believe it will be) will be to live, as long as possible, on the sales, by myself, of my own works, and perhaps, if practicable, by further writings for the press.
DEAR SIR:Your letter asking definite endorsement to your translation of my Leaves of Grass into Russian is just received, and I hasten to answer it. Most warmly and willingly I consent to the translation, and waft a prayerful God speed to the enterprise.
You Russians and we Americans! Our countries so distant, so unlike at first glancesuch a difference in social and political conditions, and our respective methods of moral and practical development the last hundred years;and yet in certain features, and vastest ones, so resembling each other. The variety of stock-elements and tongues, to be resolutely fused in a common identity and union at all hazardsthe idea, perennial through the ages, that they both have their historic and divine missionthe fervent element of manly friendship throughout the whole people, surpassd by no other racesthe grand expanse of territorial limits and boundariesthe unformd and nebulous state of many things, not yet permanently settled, but agreed on all hands to be the preparations of an infinitely greater futurethe fact that both Peoples have their independent and leading positions to hold, keep, and if necessary, fight for, against the rest of the worldthe deathless aspirations at the inmost centre of each great community, so vehement, so mysterious, so abysmicare certainly features you Russians and we Americans possess in common.
As my dearest dream is for an internationality of poems and poets, binding the lands of the earth closer than all treaties and diplomacyAs the purpose beneath the rest in my book is such hearty comradeship, for individuals to begin with, and for all the nations of the earth as a resulthow happy I should be to get the hearing and emotional contact of the great Russian peoples.
To whom, now and here, (addressing you for Russia and Russians, and empowering you, should you see fit, to print the present letter, in your book, as a preface,) I waft affectionate salutation from these shores, in Americas name.