To a Stranger by Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you--your body has become not yours
only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass--you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you--I am to think of you when I sit alone, or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait--I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you. 

- Walt Whitman

About the Author 

 He was born May 31, 1819. and he died on March 26, 1892. he was an poet writer, and a essayist and journalist.

Reflection 

  text to self I can't really text to self with poem, because I had never try being like this. For text to text,I read a book that was about the guy spying on the girl every since she was small until she got older. text to world, I think people this days sometimes do the what is not suppose to be done. like spying on people, its really bad. 

TPCASTT

Title : someone trying to get a person from her place.

Paraphrase : its about this person spying on this other person, every since she was small. they did all stuff together.

Connotation: negative

Attitude : harsh

Shift: it went from good to harsh

Title : To A Stranger

Theme : don't be too much of a stalker.