07-23-2008, 02:44 PM
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Bibliomaniac
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Among the Multitude
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am, Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me. Ah lover and perfect equal, I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections, And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you. I always liked this poem. It is short, neat and yet somehow describes a feeling I get when I come lose to losing in finding the right one for me. A feeling of hope, that someday someone will come along ...
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08-11-2008, 03:25 PM
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A lovely poem by Whitman... We may have many lovers in a lifetime but to discover one soul mate is truly a blessing. Thank you
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