A Poem For Sunday


“Full of Life Now” by Walt Whitman (1819-1892):

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 in-
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems seek-
    ing 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.)

(Photo of Whitman by Matthew Brady via Wikimedia Commons)