Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 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. Related posts: Walt Whitman. Indications, The. Song of the Broad-Axe. Song of the Open Road. suprusr Published in Poems
