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Leaves of Grass (1860)
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15.
| O DROPS of me! trickle, slow drops, |
| Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, |
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From wounds made to free you whence you were
prisoned, |
| From my face—from my forehead and lips, |
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From my breast—from within where I was con-
cealed—Press forth, red drops—confession drops, |
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Stain every page—stain every song I sing, every
word I say, bloody drops, |
| Let them know your scarlet heat—let them glisten, |
| Saturate them with yourself, all ashamed and wet, |
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Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleed-
ing drops, |
| Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops. |