by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Not heat flames up and consumes
Language: English
Not heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of myriads of seeds, Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may; Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I love, O none more than I hurring in and out; Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same, O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my soul is borne through the open air, Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.
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- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Clint Borzoni , "Not heat flames up and consumes" [voice and piano], from A Live-Oak Growing, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2013-03-06
Line count: 13
Word count: 120