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

  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (4/22/2017 6:30:00 PM)

    Wonderful one..................(Report)Reply

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  • 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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