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O Living Always, Always Dying Post by :Tammy Category :Poems Author :Walt Whitman Date :May 2011 Read :3429

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O Living Always, Always Dying

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.

(The end)
Walt Whitman's poem: O Living Always, Always Dying

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