A Glimpse


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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o dear look; please look at me the dust of dusk is greetings the darkness the light of lantern is in the hand of caravan everything is visible on your sight but I am; an opaque love please look at me.....
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
interstice- -an interval of time.. So perhaps Whitman was there as an older man and sees himself as a young man.... that is intriguing!
A Winter Night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.......here is the essence of the ooem. Beautifully crafted.
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