Walt Whitman

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

To Rich Givers - Poem by Walt Whitman

WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money--these, as I
rendezvous with my poems;
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States--
Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of
the universe.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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