Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

by Walt Whitman.

  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.

 

from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
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