A Glimpse Comments

THREE: fully occupied drinking people there. Interstice means we can observe each person unseen. Typical poem by Walt Whitman about being gay. Remarkable Classic Poem Of The Day

TWO: although amidst the big noise, In the title and the first line, we find the word "glimpse" means an observation. Perhaps it is about the secret that we can look "through an interstice caught" means with the way looking an interstice and we see a room.

ONE: "A Quiet observation in the middle of the noise, and drunken raillery, about love amongst two men, one of them is young but they love each other and feel their happiness

A very interesting poem with compelling images.

I really admire his brave utterances, at a time when homosexuality was regarded as a very serious taboo with dire consequences.

I like this poem here the speaker is with a love and they are enjoying each other's company and the world pays them no mind. I love these moments with you in your own mind

I absolutely LOATHE the terrible AI voice... WW would roll over in his grave, if he hasn't already! Terrible 😫

The close interaction between the youth and experience on the platform of fleeting time is reflected here!

The feeling of solidarity is given eminence.

Happy in being together. Wonderful feeling.

o dear look; please look at me the dust of dusk is greetings the darkness the light of lantern is in the hand of caravan everything is visible on your sight but I am; an opaque love please look at me.....

Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;

interstice- -an interval of time.. So perhaps Whitman was there as an older man and sees himself as a young man.... that is intriguing!

A Winter Night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.......here is the essence of the ooem. Beautifully crafted.

So touchingly inscribed. Beautiful poem. I appreciate this poem.

Such a great write by Walt Whitman👍👍👍

Beautiful write, yet soul within seems to talk in silence when words become wordless.

An interesting but endearing write. The pub was noisy but two souls was enamored with each other. Good piece.

Ah, this is the right joke - all those people sitting in corners. In pubs. They had nothing on Whitman. He would have sat there all night he would. Plenty of inspiration. And then this other figure...proving he really knows how pubs were in those days. To sit out alone, like that.