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Claire's Poetry Corner | Feb 12

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.

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