Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Trinckle, Drops - Poem by Walt Whitman

TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins leaving!
O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,
Candid, from me falling--drip, bleeding drops,
From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,
From my face--from my forehead and lips,
From my breast--from within where I was conceal'd--press forth, red
drops--confession drops;
Stain every page--stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody
Let them know your scarlet heat--let them glisten;
Saturate them with yourself, all ashamed and wet;
Glow upon all I have written, or shall write, bleeding drops; 10
Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.

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  • (3/28/2008 9:03:00 AM)

    i liked it, inspite of his gayness: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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