Walt Whitman's poem before it was self-censored into a heterosexual version
Once I Pass'd through a Populous City
Once I pass'd through a populous city impriting my brain
for future use with its shows, architecture, customs,
traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a man who wandered with me,
there, for love of me
Day by day and night by night we were together - all else
has long been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that man who passionately clug
to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again he holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see him close beside me with silent lips sad and
tremulous.
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