FEINBERG/WHITMAN LITERARY FILE POETRY FILE "Down, Down, Proud Gorge." A.MS.draft. Box 26 Folder 59 448 Down, Down, Proud Gorge: poem (trial lines). A.MS. (1p. 28 x 21½ cm.) Written in ink, with two of the corrections in pencil, on a sheet of white paper, 83 words: Down, down, proud gorge Down, down, proud gorge, tho' choking thee! [?] [Thy] Crouch, crouch thy neck to eleemosynary gifts rebellious Thy haughty high-borne forehead to the gutter, [Is't indeed] Are they [thy my] last words? No, I have many are left Bitter [and flaming] Scarifying devouring flames, O year Have not fought out my battle yet Shot in chest yet left —fought my best steadily, warily (over) 449 Thy silliness, scorn, thy affectations lisps, thy income, Have I said all yet? O year world? Down, down, proud gorge Down, down, proud gorge, tho' choking thee ! Thy haughty high-borne forehead to the gutter, Crouch, crouch thy rebellious neck to eleemosynary gifts Are they indeed last words? No, I have many left Bitter Scarifying devouring flames, O year Shot in chest yet left Have not fought out my battle yet—fought my best steadily, warily Thy silliness, scorn, thy affectatious lisps, thy income, Have I said all yet? O year world? Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.