And what a grand 195 years it has been! Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman...you sweet, dear old man. I love you.
"To A Stranger"by Walt WhitmanPassing stranger! you do not knowHow longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking,Or she I was seeking(It comes to me as a dream)I have somewhere surelyLived a life of joy with you,All is recall'd as we flit by each other,Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,You grew up with me,Were a boy with me or a girl with me,I ate with you and slept with you, your body has becomenot yours only nor left my body mine only,You give me the pleasure of your eyes,face, flesh as we pass,You take of my beard, breast, hands,in return,I am not to speak to you, I am to think of youwhen I sit alone or wake at night, aloneI am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you againI am to see to it that I do not lose you.