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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 178 of 382 · Drum-Taps

Delicate Cluster

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Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands--all my seashores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag cerulean--sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled! Ah my silvery beauty--ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty! My sacred one, my mother.

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