Once I passed through a populous city
Once I passed through a populous city, imprinting on my brain, for future use, its shows, architecture, customs and traditions
But now of all that city I remember only the man who wandered with me there, 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 one rude and' ignorant man who, when I departed, long and long held me by the hand, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.
De: WHITMAN, Walt. Once I passed through a populous city, Leave of Grass.
