
Just a few lines of greeting and rememberance. Was glad to get yr card a few weeks ago. This is one of those warm spring like days wh. we not unfrequently have in winter time when the buds & the birds seem almost ready to make a start again—
I am in London for a week or two, partly to arrange about a third & enlarged
edition of Toward Democracy,
wh. I expect to get out by next March. That will about finish the book, and there
will not be much added to it I believe afterwards.
I had some good talks with Bucke when he was over, and he told
me a bit about you, and about his book wh. he is
bringing out. I guess, dear Walt, you have a tedious time of it on the
whole—all those infirmities nagging don't leave the mind free for long. I got
your Goodbye book—and like the poem from wh. it
takes its name about the best of any in it. "Goodbye—and hail!"
After all the mind, the special local conciousness, is only a smallish part of
oneself. It with all its troubles & pains one may decently fold up in due time
and put away in its appointed locker!
I am glad you have such good friends with you—Mrs. Davis
and Warry. Kind greetings also to them. I am still
living at Millthorpe (near Sheffield) and having good times, with many dear friends.
We all read yr. Leaves of Grass —or most of us—and it keeps just the same as ever or
improves, like good wine.
Give my love to Harry Stafford if you ever write or see him. I don't hear from Herbert Gilchrist—tho' I sometimes get tidings of him. Should like to come over to U.S.A, but no prospect at present. With much love to you as ever
Ed: Carpenter