Walt Whitman

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

No Labor-Saving Machine - Poem by Walt Whitman

NO labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made;
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a
hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America,
Nor literary success, nor intellect--nor book for the book-shelf;
Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave,
For comrades and lovers.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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