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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 67 of 382 · Calamus

Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

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Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

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