Daily Whitman


Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

  These and all else were to me the same as they are to you,
  I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river,
  The men and women I saw were all near to me,
  Others the same—others who look back on me because I look'd forward
      to them,
  (The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)


Posted on 16/09/2014, in apes, literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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