A glimpse (Walt Whitman)


Bij Valentijnsdag


Dubbelportret door Giorgio da Castelfranco, 1502



A glimpse

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.


Walt Whitman (31 mei 1819 – 26 maart 1893)
Valentijnsdag op Times Square, New York, de geboorteplaats van Walt Whitman



Zie voor de schrijvers van de 14e februari ook mijn twee vorige blogs van vandaag.