Walt Whitman

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

O Living Always--Always Dying - Poem by Walt Whitman


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 about O Living Always--Always Dying by Walt Whitman

  • Rookie G. Alexander (7/28/2009 8:24:00 PM)

    Remarkable this is one of my favorite poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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