Hey Hart Beat. I’ve been going through a lot of old tumblr and blog posts the last couple of days and I keep finding these miscellaneous quotes. Often time I love the saying so much I want to share it with you immediately here but when I go to find the source it’s often misquoted or attributed to the wrong person. This Walt Whitman quote is just the case. “We were together. I forgot the rest.” What a great line, unfortunately/ fortunately the poem bellow is where the tumblr image originally came from. Either way I love the sentiment and I hope you do too, Hart Beat.
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
by 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.
I was poking around the internet the other day researching some quotes I had found for their valitidy and I came across this lovely poem. I thought of you instantly, Hart Beat. I hope you love it too.
We Two—How Long We Were Fool’d
by Walt Whitman published in Leaves of Grass
We two—how long we were fool’d!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature—long have we been absent, but now we return;
We became plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;
We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two comets;
We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods—we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervioius:
We are snow, rain, cold, darness—we are each product and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two have;
We have voided all by freedom, and all but our own joy.