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
Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?--
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
While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.
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