Here the frailest leaves of [me]1, 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.
Leaves. Songs on Poems by Walt Whitman
by Craig Urquhart (b. 1953)
1. Here the frailest leaves of me  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Here the frailest leaves of me", appears in Leaves of Grass, first published 1900
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Luening: "me unfolding" (as heard on a recording)
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2. O you whom I often and silently come  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), appears in Leaves of Grass
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Researcher for this page: John Versmoren3. We two boys together clinging  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
We two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going - North and South excursions making, Power enjoying - elbows stretching - fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless - eating, drinking, sleeping, loving, No law less than ourselves owning - sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming - air breathing, water drinking, On the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing, Fulfilling our foray.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "We two boys together clinging", appears in Leaves of Grass, first published 1900
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Sometimes with one I love  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love -- the pay is certain, one way or another; I loved a certain person ardently, my love was not return'd; Yet out of that I have written these songs.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
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Researcher for this page: John Versmoren5. Among the multitude  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Among the men and women the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am Some are baffled, but that one is not -- that one knows me. A lover and perfect equal, I meant that you should discover me by so faint indirections And when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Among the multitude"
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Portions of this text were used in Idyll by Frederick Delius.
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Total word count: 280