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.