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. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 35. Italian Music in Dakota
2. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 13. The Untold Want
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 9. Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's
4. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 6. Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only
5. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 25. Thought (Of Equality—as if it harm'd me)

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