Mind, Mouth and Page – (A Glimpse)

Ginsberg on Whitman continues from hereĀ 

AG: So there’s one little poem where Whitman and Reznikoff come together. There’s a Reznikoff poem by Walt Whitman called “A Glimpse”, which is what I’ll finish with for this evening.


A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter
night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself
near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty<
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word

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