Leaves of GrassWalt Whitman
poetry · Item 666
A reason to turn the page
When you read, the visible me becomes invisible—what then remains between your eyes and my voice?
Discovery 14 of 15When 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.)