Trapper’s Wedding — Walt Whitman

I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west,
the bride was a red girl,
Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking,
they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets
hanging from their shoulders,
On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant
beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,
She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks
descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach’d to her feet.

—Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, section 10.

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3 comments

  1. I HAVE A VOICE · April 4, 2012

    Quite a contrast! Love W.W. Thanks, Deborah

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