To A Stranger

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By 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 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.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_glittergirl/]

Love this poem. Thank you for sharing it. =)

[mysneaker.livejournal.com]

when i was younger, an older boy gave this poem to me. excitement and wonder and fear got all mixed up, and i fled from the relationship. seeing this poem again, in retrospect, i want to be found again by that sweet boy..