Walt Whitman

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

A Glimpse - Poem by Walt Whitman

A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.

Comments about A Glimpse by Walt Whitman

  • Britte Ninad (6/11/2018 4:27:00 AM)

    o dear
    look; please look at me
    the dust of dusk is greetings the darkness
    the light of lantern is in the hand of caravan
    everything is visible on your sight
    but I am; an opaque love
    please look at me.....
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  • Mahtab Bangalee (5/31/2018 5:10:00 AM)

    Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
    seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
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  • Susan Williams (4/18/2018 8:19:00 PM)

    interstice- -an interval of time.. So perhaps Whitman was there as an older man and sees himself as a young man.... that is intriguing! (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/18/2018 12:00:00 PM)

    A Winter Night! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/18/2018 4:55:00 AM)

    There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
    perhaps not a word.......here is the essence of the ooem. Beautifully crafted.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/18/2018 4:30:00 AM)

    So touchingly inscribed. Beautiful poem. I appreciate this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/18/2018 12:55:00 AM)

    Such a great write by Walt Whitman👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (10/28/2016 12:54:00 PM)

    Beautiful write, yet soul within seems to talk in silence when words become wordless. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (4/18/2015 7:00:00 AM)

    An interesting but endearing write. The pub was noisy but
    two souls was enamored with each other. Good piece.
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  • Konigan Barrutman (10/3/2014 1:53:00 PM)

    Ah, this is the right joke - all those people sitting in corners. In pubs. They had nothing on Whitman. He would have sat there all night he would. Plenty of inspiration. And then this other figure...proving he really knows how pubs were in those days. To sit out alone, like that. (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2014 6:58:00 AM)

    A nice example of mute coomunication (Report) Reply

  • (4/25/2014 3:40:00 AM)

    Love such a wonderful feeling and poems is very interesting. (Report) Reply

  • (4/2/2012 1:56:00 PM)

    One of Whitman's beautiful shorter poems. The master at work! (Report) Reply

  • (2/9/2012 2:35:00 PM)

    you have a talent for expressing much in your feeling in just a few short sentences (Report) Reply

  • (2/9/2012 10:24:00 AM)

    Whitman's expressing sexual frustration in a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (2/9/2011 8:18:00 AM)

    Anastasia Walt Whitman is dead. He has been for over hundred years, I personally did not like Walt Whitmans writings except for a few. Like Captain my Captain, and When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed. His poetry to me was too conceited and at the time we studied it in the 60s he just did not measure up to the greats. (Report) Reply

  • Abby Keen/harris (2/9/2010 6:26:00 PM)

    im not experianced but this poem u wrote is amazing! it is simple but yet expresses some much emotion. Good work! (Report) Reply

  • Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning (2/9/2010 4:35:00 PM)

    Only if America was caught up in the beauty of his graphic portrayal of human affection instead of blindly addicted to sending boys (and now girls) to die in war. Men giving young men their hands in compassion instead of rifles and uniforms and human targets. Too bad his dream isn't the American Dream, too bad. (Report) Reply

  • (2/9/2010 11:45:00 AM)

    Interesting comments to come so late upon. Whitman wrote Leaves of Grass, that gave so many readings of illumination, so who cares if he was gay? And if he was? What courage to write it down at the time, originating as Walt did from a Quaker background. With Walt having four handicapped siblings and my own childhood memories of coal mining and logging pubs, I can see other readings from an era extinct, now even in the isolated region of my birth. Is not a strength of this poem, the rural description and invitation to each reader to perceive what they may? (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (2/9/2010 7:23:00 AM)

    Whitman includes both himself the poet and himself as the young man by the brilliant line “A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught…” – he is looking secretly on at himself.

    In this way Whitman shows he is anxious for the young man, who is remarkably untouched by the turbulent macho atmosphere of the bar room, perhaps because he knows which way these situations can turn.

    At the same time he marvels at himself making such a frank and courageous avowal of love in such an unlikely circumstances.

    It is interesting that it is when the youth comes in that Whitman “turns up” the noise of the bar-room.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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