Puisi Walt Whitman : "To a Stranger"
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.
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