Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 27. 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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols

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