TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Full of Life, Now by Walt Whitman

Full of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.

When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)

by WALT WHITMAN (1819-1892)
Public Domain Poetry

8 thoughts on “TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Full of Life, Now by Walt Whitman”

  2. Reading this, I feel as though Whitman and I are entangled in a timeless plenum. I’d love to sit under a tree with him, our bare feet cool in “leaves of grass,” and chat a lazy afternoon away.

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  3. That was interesting. I read it, and had to think about it. I was about to dismiss it as literary nonsense (ala Lewis Carroll), when I noticed Walt Whitman’s name. So I read it again, slowly, pausing occasionally to consider each word, group of words, and sentence. Aha!

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