Walt Whitman

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

What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? - Poem by Walt Whitman


WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the
offing to-day under full sail?
The splendors of the past day? Or the splendor of the night that
envelopes me?
Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?--
No;
But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the
midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends;
The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and passionately kiss'd
him,
While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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