Whitman wrote this poem in his typical free-verse style. It consists of one ten-line stanza. Whitman also uses his signature list structure to invoke the connection between the speaker and the stranger: “you give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return.”  Whitman uses this list of physical assets to form the connection between the body and the soul. He writes, “[Y]our body has become not yours only, not left my body mine only,” he claims. The relationship between body and soul is a frequent theme in Whitman’s work. Whitman draws on the ideas of Transcendentalism to emphasize the spiritual connection between physical body and nature.

Whitman expresses astonishment at the societal norm of polite reserve between strangers. “To You” questions why it is inappropriate to address a stranger if both parties are willing, but in “To a Stranger” the speaker interprets an unspoken connection with a stranger to mean that they shared a past life. Despite this connection, though, the speaker acknowledges that it would not be proper to directly address the stranger, simply because they are strangers. All he can do is hold onto the hope that their spiritual connection will lead to a physical connection in another life.

Whitman invokes the idea of the democratic self in this poem by leaving the stranger’s gender indeterminate. Due to this lack of specificity, the stranger represents anyone and everyone. Whitman uses the ambiguity of the subject’s identity to extend his tenderness towards humanity in general. Therefore, the connection between these strangers extends far beyond the boundaries of the speaker’s own life.

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 (1819-1892)

   

Soft Cell – Surrender (To A Stranger)

Fom the 1984 LP on Sire, “This Last Night In Sodom”.