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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Poet: Walt Whitman (Walt Whitman Art)
Poem: 27. A Glimpse.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 3. Calamus
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day: Oct 24 2004

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