|
|
To Rich Givers
By Walt Whitman
What you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money these, as I rendezvous with my poems;
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States,
Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.
Extra Info:
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 685 times.
|
|
