![WHITMAN, Walt. Autograph letter signed ("Walt Whitman") to his sister, Camden [NJ], 29 June 1891. 1 page, horizontal 8vo, bold ink on a sheet of bright yellow paper (with short typographical note at top on Whitman's use of a saying from Epictetus in the Boston Evening Transcript, 7 May 1891), neatly tipped to larger sheet. -- WHITMAN. Original printed proof sheet signed ("Walt Whitman") of his poem "To the Sun-Set Breeze." 1 page, 4to, boldly signed beneath the text, tipped to a larger sheet. fine. Together two items, bound together with photographic portrait, printed titlepage and transcript in full dark red morocco folder, upper cover and spine gilt-lettered (binding a bit worn). One year before his death, Whitman writes in haste and affection to his sister: "The day has got along & I have just time to hurry this off to catch this evng's mail. Much the same with me--hot wave here again. Am anchor'd here at my window as usual. 2 enc'd." The poem takes up th](https://www.christies.com/img/LotImages/2000/NYR/2000_NYR_09548_0198_000(021835).jpg?w=1)
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WHITMAN, Walt. Autograph letter signed ("Walt Whitman") to his sister, Camden [NJ], 29 June 1891. 1 page, horizontal 8vo, bold ink on a sheet of bright yellow paper (with short typographical note at top on Whitman's use of a saying from Epictetus in the Boston Evening Transcript, 7 May 1891), neatly tipped to larger sheet. -- WHITMAN. Original printed proof sheet signed ("Walt Whitman") of his poem "To the Sun-Set Breeze." 1 page, 4to, boldly signed beneath the text, tipped to a larger sheet. fine. Together two items, bound together with photographic portrait, printed titlepage and transcript in full dark red morocco folder, upper cover and spine gilt-lettered (binding a bit worn). One year before his death, Whitman writes in haste and affection to his sister: "The day has got along & I have just time to hurry this off to catch this evng's mail. Much the same with me--hot wave here again. Am anchor'd here at my window as usual. 2 enc'd." The poem takes up the same theme of a warm day at the window: "Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door, Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing...Art thou not universal concrete's distillation? Law's, all Astronomy's last refinement? Hast thou no soul--Can I not know, identify thee?" Together 2 items.