O LIVING always--always dying! <br /> O the burials of me, past and present! <br /> O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! <br /> O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not--I am content;) <br /> O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look <br /> at, where I cast them! <br /> To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-living-always-always-dying/
