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A Glimpse 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.

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Date: 2006-04-02 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zipzilla.livejournal.com
I've always loved his "I Sing the Body Electric" poem.

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