RECORDERS ages hence!
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior-I will tell you what to
say
of
me;
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The friend, the lover’s portrait, of whom his friend, his lover, was fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within him-and
freely
pour’d it forth,
Who often walk’d lonesome walks, thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he lov’d, often lay sleepless and dissatisfied at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov’d might secretly be
indifferent
to
him,
Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another,
wandering
hand in hand, they twain, apart from other men,
Who oft as he saunter’d the streets, curv’d with his arm the shoulder of his
friend-while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.RECORDERS ages hence!
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior-I will tell you what to
say
of
me;
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The friend, the lover’s portrait, of whom his friend, his lover, was fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within him-and
freely
pour’d it forth,
Who often walk’d lonesome walks, thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he lov’d, often lay sleepless and dissatisfied at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov’d might secretly be
indifferent
to
him,
Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another,
wandering
hand in hand, they twain, apart from other men,
Who oft as he saunter’d the streets, curv’d with his arm the shoulder of his
friend-while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.
(Walt Whitman)
More Poetry from Walt Whitman:
Walt Whitman Poems based on Topics: Man, Love, Night, Friendship, Thought & Thinking- A Proadway Pageant (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Boston Ballad, 1854 (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Woman Waits For Me (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Riddle Song (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Man Poems, Night Poems, Friendship Poems, Thought & Thinking PoemsBased on Keywords: dissatisfied, saunter, him-and, curv, recorders