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!
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Walt Whitman
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