Wednesday, 29 August 2012

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.

Walt Whitman

                                                                             Picture: FreeDigitalPhotos.net


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