Hello there and happy Friday from the BOOKWORMportal! Here is love poem #2. I am a HUGE Walt Whitman fan so I absolutely had to add him to my 7 favorite love poems of all time. He was a man ahead of his time and due to much of his work his sexuality has been up for debate for quite some time. His poetry was very controversial for this time. I always have an admiration for authors (and anyone in general) who are not afraid to be bold in what they say or write.
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| Who knew Whitman dabbled in wizardry! |
I chose this poem in particular because it seemed sweet and innocent in a way. I think it is about soulmates. Perhaps he had feelings for a someone he may have felt he shouldn't have or even was allowed to have since homosexuality was so very under the radar during his time. My favorite line is the end...enjoy.
"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."
To a Stranger - Walt Whitman
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.
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.
Have a safe weekend. A+
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