Poema de Walt Whitman

 

Once I pass'd through a populous city  (Walt Whitman)

  ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future

     use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,

  Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met

     there who detain'd me 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 woman who passionately clung to me,

  Again we wander, we love, we separate again,

Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,

  I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.