TO -- -- -- DRESDEN, SAXONY

_Camden, New Jersey, U.S.A., Dec. 20, '81._ 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 glance--such 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 hazards--the

idea, perennial through the ages, that they both have their historic and

divine mission--the fervent element of manly friendship throughout

the whole people, surpass'd by no other races--the grand expanse of

territorial limits and boundaries--the unform'd and nebulous state of

many things, not yet permanently settled, but agreed on all hands to

be the preparations of an infinitely greater future--the fact that both

Peoples have their independent and leading positions to hold, keep, and

if necessary, fight for, against the rest of the world--the deathless

aspirations at the inmost centre of each great community, so vehement,

so mysterious, so abysmic--are 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 diplomacy--as 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 result--how 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 America's name.

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