Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,
We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips this kiss;
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
So long!—And I hope we shall meet again.
— Walt Whitman
This is the closing poem in Edward Hirsch's How to Read a Poem: And Fall in Love with Poetry. What a gift this book was from me to me, from him to me, from the universe to all of us, and I would give it to each of you if I could. It felt, when I reached the end, like I was letting go of somebody's hand.