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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |