Treasure Island

Walt Whitman

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

Behold This Swarthy Face



BEHOLD this swarthy face--these gray eyes,
This beard--the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the ship's deck, give a
kiss in return;
We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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