Not Heat Flames up and Consumes
Read 'Not Heat Flames up and Consumes' by 'Walt Whitman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Not Heat Flames up and Consumes by Walt Whitman
NOT heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears lightly along white
down-balls of
myriads of seeds,
Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;
Not these—O none of these, more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for his
love
whom I
love!
O none, more than I, hurrying in and out:
—Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same;
O nor down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high, rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the
open
air,
Any more than my Soul is borne through the open air,
Wafted in all directions, O love, for friendship, for you.
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