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 "title": "Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1860,
  "venue": "Leaves of Grass (Boston, 1860–61)",
  "note": "Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the 1860–61 scan. The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "Not heat flames up and consumes,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Not sea-waves hurry in and out,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I love,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O none more than I hurrying in and out;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.",
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