Full Of Life, Now


FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.

When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your
comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with
you.)

by Walt Whitman

Comments (6)

Lovely expressive poem. Read mine - Leave Leaves - Adeline
Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Yes, autumn soon brings winter. As a fellow Canadian love it. Read mine. Frost Flowers Adeline
Excellent organization. Good one there friend
I liked your diction in this poem, short and nice poem, thanks for sharing Aethne.
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