Leaves of Grass (1891-92)


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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.
 
 
 
 
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