to a stranger

13 Mar

13.   TO YOU

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

When I saw the NaBloPoMo theme for this month was strange(r), I couldn’t resist a little something from Uncle Walt.  Also, most of you probably aren’t into Whitman like I am, but there’s a really wonderful documentary about him on the PBS website if you’re interested.  Cheers.

52.   TO A STRANGER

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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