A glimpse is caught through a small opening of workmen and drivers gathered in a bar late one winter night. Unnoticed, the speaker sits in a corner as a youth who loves him silently approaches and sits next to hold his hand. For a long time amid the noisy bar, the two remain content and happy together with little speaking, perhaps not exchanging a word.
A glimpse is caught through a small opening of workmen and drivers gathered in a bar late one winter night. Unnoticed, the speaker sits in a corner as a youth who loves him silently approaches and sits next to hold his hand. For a long time amid the noisy bar, the two remain content and happy together with little speaking, perhaps not exchanging a word.
A glimpse is caught through a small opening of workmen and drivers gathered in a bar late one winter night. Unnoticed, the speaker sits in a corner as a youth who loves him silently approaches and sits next to hold his hand. For a long time amid the noisy bar, the two remain content and happy together with little speaking, perhaps not exchanging a word.
A glimpse is caught through a small opening of workmen and drivers gathered in a bar late one winter night. Unnoticed, the speaker sits in a corner as a youth who loves him silently approaches and sits next to hold his hand. For a long time amid the noisy bar, the two remain content and happy together with little speaking, perhaps not exchanging a word.
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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 unremarkd 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.
Cossacks: "A man is never such an egotist as at moments of spiritul ecstasy. At such times it seems to him that there is nothing on earth more splendid and interesting than himself."