LOVE POEMS: “A Glimpse” by Walt Whitman

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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.

 

by Walt Whitman

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  1. LindaP says:

    Love Walt Whitman!

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