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;

by Walt Whitman Click to read full poem

Comments (28)

Happy in being together. Wonderful feeling.
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.
So touchingly inscribed. Beautiful poem. I appreciate this poem.
Such a great write by Walt Whitman👍👍👍
Beautiful write, yet soul within seems to talk in silence when words become wordless.
An interesting but endearing write. The pub was noisy but two souls was enamored with each other. Good piece.
Ah, this is the right joke - all those people sitting in corners. In pubs. They had nothing on Whitman. He would have sat there all night he would. Plenty of inspiration. And then this other figure...proving he really knows how pubs were in those days. To sit out alone, like that.
A nice example of mute coomunication
Love such a wonderful feeling and poems is very interesting.
One of Whitman's beautiful shorter poems. The master at work!
you have a talent for expressing much in your feeling in just a few short sentences
Whitman's expressing sexual frustration in a beautiful poem.
Anastasia Walt Whitman is dead. He has been for over hundred years, I personally did not like Walt Whitmans writings except for a few. Like Captain my Captain, and When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed. His poetry to me was too conceited and at the time we studied it in the 60s he just did not measure up to the greats.
im not experianced but this poem u wrote is amazing! it is simple but yet expresses some much emotion. Good work!
Only if America was caught up in the beauty of his graphic portrayal of human affection instead of blindly addicted to sending boys (and now girls) to die in war. Men giving young men their hands in compassion instead of rifles and uniforms and human targets. Too bad his dream isn't the American Dream, too bad.
Interesting comments to come so late upon. Whitman wrote Leaves of Grass, that gave so many readings of illumination, so who cares if he was gay? And if he was? What courage to write it down at the time, originating as Walt did from a Quaker background. With Walt having four handicapped siblings and my own childhood memories of coal mining and logging pubs, I can see other readings from an era extinct, now even in the isolated region of my birth. Is not a strength of this poem, the rural description and invitation to each reader to perceive what they may?