O Living Always--Always Dying Poem by Walt Whitman

O Living Always--Always Dying

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O LIVING always--always dying!
O the burials of me, past and present!
O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever!
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not--I am content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look
at, where I cast them!
To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vaishali Bhardwaj 02 January 2017

WONDERFUL MYSTERIOUS POEM

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G. Alexander 28 July 2009

Remarkable this is one of my favorite poems.

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Walt Whitman

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