Daily Whitman

Brooklyn 2

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

7
  Closer yet I approach you,
  What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you—I laid in my
      stores in advance,
  I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.

  Who was to know what should come home to me?
  Who knows but I am enjoying this?
  Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you
      now, for all you cannot see me?

 

Posted on 19/09/2014, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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