by Walt Whitman
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE WORDS OF POETRY IN LEAVES OF GRASS. SO MEANINGFUL TO THOSE OF US WHO CARE FOR ANOTHER.
ReplyDeleteTHIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES FROM LEAVES OF GRASS. IT IS SO MEANINGFUL FOR THOSE OF US WHO HAVE BEEN THERE AND CARES FOR ANOTHER YOUNG SOUL.
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