Walt Whitman

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

O You Whom I Often And Silently Come



O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be
with you;
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  • Natalie Lingenfelter (12/8/2005 10:53:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem, expressing power of love, the longing desires of one's heart, and the indescribable 'fire' we feel when with the one we love. (Report) Reply

  • David Bray (12/8/2005 10:17:00 AM)

    The poem is about love and the electric fire is the attraction between people, i liked the poem (Report) Reply

  • Cavanaugh Greenwood (12/2/2005 10:25:00 AM)

    When I first read this poem i thought it was talking about the 'unknown' or being invisible but once i read it more, i realized they may be talking about actual fire (Report) Reply

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