At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks—from the keep of the well-closed
doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,
Set open the doors, O Soul!
Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love.)
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
i liked it ....too short though
-
Excellent old sounding poem. Walt Whitman a truly great writer.
Thank you. "Let me glide noiselessly forth" excellent poem
Fantastic writer.......Buchan -
very well written my friend, though i did find a typo... you forgot the "n" at the end of the word "open" in the second to the last stanza. but other than that it was a very interesting piece. i liked your style and the way you captured your feelings in the imagry in this piece... you kept a stead flow in your stanzas and in the overall mood of the piece too... keep up the good work my friend and alwaise remember to stay true to yourself and to your heart, or else you'll be no more...
*LuNaR* ~ stephen -
i was going to applaud this but it seems that is not an option. a friend of mine sent me a postcard of walt whitman ages ago. she is very into his work, i ahve read some but not many. this is a good poem, open those doors, yes.
-
this is way too spiritual! very brief and spiritual, for that matter. i like poems which keep back their feelings, i guess this is one them. i think i'll copy it, for my author's page.
~~ille
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
