Leaves of Grass (1867)


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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, imperi-
         ous 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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