A Poem 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 of 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.

~Walt Whitman



I think Walt Whitman is fabulous! Just thought I'd put this up to increase your cultural knowledge :)

Part Of Me

If I never see you again,

never taste your lips

or feel your warmth.

Giggle with you

or play in the rain

I will carry you

at my fingertips

and in the corners

of my head

For you

have become a part

of what

I am