Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Among The Multitude - Poem by Walt Whitman


AMONG the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else--not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,
any nearer than I am;
Some are baffled--But that one is not--that one knows me.

Ah, lover and perfect equal!
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.


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  • Rookie Riquetta Elliott (1/16/2008 9:57:00 AM)

    When I read this poem, I was appalled that he was keeping his side of his sexual orientation a secret. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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