Behold this Swarthy Face. by Walt Whitman
BEHOLD this swarthy faceâ€”these gray eyes,
This beardâ€”the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with
And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the shipâ€™s deck, give a kiss in return;
We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.