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by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

To what you said
Language: English 
To what you said, passionately clasping my hand, this is my answer:
Though you have strayed hither, for my sake, you can never belong to me,
Nor I to you,
Behold the customary loves and friendships the cold guards
l am that rough and simple person
l am he who kisses his comrade lightly on the lips at parting,
And l am one who is kissed in return,
I introduce that new American salute
Behold love choked, correct, polite, always suspicious
Behold the received models of the parlors --
What are they to me?
What to these young men that travel with me?

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2005-09-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 102