Walt Whitman

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

Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City

Poem by Walt Whitman

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for
future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and
Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met
there, who detain'd me for love of me;
Day by day and night by night we were together,--All else has long
been forgotten by me;
I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately clung to me;
Again we wander--we love--we separate again;
Again she holds me by the hand--I must not go!
I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.

Comments about Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City by Walt Whitman

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/8/2019 10:42:00 PM)

    Terrific that he singled out this woman from all the possible memories
    of a large city. She alone lives in his memory.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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