O Living Always--always Dying

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!

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