by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Trickle drops
Language: English
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 drops; 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; Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892) [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 Noël Lee (1924 - 2013), "Trickle drops", 1976 [soprano or tenor, clarinet, violoncello, percussion, and piano], from Songs of Calamus, no. 5. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ton van der Steenhoven
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-14
Line count: 11
Word count: 105