Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Debris


HE is wisest who has the most caution,
He only wins who goes far enough.

Any thing is as good as established, when that is established that
will produce it and continue it.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Stacey Chaney (12/15/2005 10:24:00 AM)

    I think the poem means that it is wise to watch out for yourself but you can't and shouldn't be afraid to go after whatever it is that you want. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Matteo (12/15/2005 10:20:00 AM)

    This poem is about how a person should be cautious, but should always act when they get the chance. A person needs to understand that they have the ability to do something, but until they understand that they won't be able to accomplish anything. (Report) Reply

  • Jeff Pinnell (12/15/2005 10:15:00 AM)

    you have to be careful in everything you do, but you cant be too careful. Once you have found a way to succeed then keep doing it, because you will always succeed. (Report) Reply

  • Mallory Goodman (12/13/2005 1:53:00 PM)

    This poem is talking about being prepared for anything and you'll never succeed if you don't try your best and all the possible ways (Report) Reply

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