Thus in silence in dreams' projections,
Returning, resuming, I thred my way through the hospitals,
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,
Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad,
The next two lines, concluding the poem, are
(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested,
Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)
Homophobic? I don't think so. They are in parenthesis (representing interior monologue), and the rim does seem filled.
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There was an article about this in the Express. It's a memorial to HIV/AIDS caregivers. There's also a new circle of benches with more poetry encircling them.
I work in Dupont Circle and pass by that every day. I remember as they were doing the work on it, watching the words unfold a few at a time, and guessing "oh, I bet it's Walt Whitman. I hope it's Walt Whitman. That would be so cool!" And, lo and behold, one day they finished it, and it was.
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