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I Want to Be a Stranger
Dear stranger! I want to turn into you,
You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)
It would never occur to her to insult you, and to think of you as she knows
everything or anything about you,
You could be her doctor, or lawyer, or therapist – her authority figure she
seeks for advice, trusts, you’ll get paid in return,
You would stand by her in the tramcar, watch outside from the very same
window, accidentally rub hips, shoulders with her, or bump your bags,
You are some face on a cover of a paper or a magazine, someone recognisable,
yet unreachable – someone never expected to be met,
You surely live the modern man life, eat the same, sleep the same, wear clothes
the same, go places, and buy stuff the same,
I am you and I am not you, as I was her trusted confidant and she was to me
too,
I am to her a different kind of stranger now, and to her I am not me.
inspiration taken from To a Stranger, Calamus by Walt Whitman
You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)
It would never occur to her to insult you, and to think of you as she knows
everything or anything about you,
You could be her doctor, or lawyer, or therapist – her authority figure she
seeks for advice, trusts, you’ll get paid in return,
You would stand by her in the tramcar, watch outside from the very same
window, accidentally rub hips, shoulders with her, or bump your bags,
You are some face on a cover of a paper or a magazine, someone recognisable,
yet unreachable – someone never expected to be met,
You surely live the modern man life, eat the same, sleep the same, wear clothes
the same, go places, and buy stuff the same,
I am you and I am not you, as I was her trusted confidant and she was to me
too,
I am to her a different kind of stranger now, and to her I am not me.
inspiration taken from To a Stranger, Calamus by Walt Whitman
Published 3rd May 2017
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3rd May 2017 3:36pm
some stranger will read this and his tears will roll down the cheeks! for this is written with such effect! a slow motion javelin projected at heart- well done dear company of poets! the poem ramrolled it's way into the RL!
4th May 2017 9:07am
Not to diminish any comments I have received before... They all mean the world to me... But your comment has came to me totally unexpected - "slow motion javelin projected at heart" - such a cinematic depiction... This has made me feel great. Thank you for your attitude towards poetry! Well done on your end as a reader.
This has prompted me to go read "To a stranger" Some strangers are intriguing,
The stand out line for me. "You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)"
I wonder if he did lose, him or her.
The stand out line for me. "You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)"
I wonder if he did lose, him or her.
it's the aftermath of a relationship after a violent brake-up... The words have erased any memory of the good there... Thus, he wants to rather be a stranger.... or because of the words and the crude interpretation of himself, he would rather be an unknown stranger...
6th May 2017 11:49pm
6th May 2017 10:46am
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6th May 2017 11:48pm
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28th May 2017 7:12pm
How many times I've wished to be that stranger,
seen, but invisible in a sense.
'I am to her a different kind of stranger now, and to her I am not me.'
It leaves much to ponder...
seen, but invisible in a sense.
'I am to her a different kind of stranger now, and to her I am not me.'
It leaves much to ponder...
29th May 2017 8:52am
