“The wild vine slipping down leaves bare / Her bright breast shortening into sighs”

For a poetry Monday:


"O you whom I often and silently come," Walt Whitman

O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.


Yes, Whitman also wrote short. Deal.

---L.

Subject quote from "Atalanta in Calydon," Algernon Charles Swinburne.