Walt Whitman

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

Full Of Life, Now

Poem by Walt Whitman


FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.

When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your
comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with
you.)


Comments about Full Of Life, Now by Walt Whitman

  • Chandan DeyChandan Dey (8/11/2018 2:04:00 PM)

    Men are mortal, but their works are immortal. It's a wonderful poem of dear poet Walt Whitman.
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  • Resh Kav (6/19/2017 7:32:00 AM)

    you are always with me... nice poem(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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