Ocupation: Poet
Life: May 31, 1819 - March 26, 1892
Birthday: May 31
Death: March 26
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."
source: Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.125, St. Martin's Press
topic: Death, Country, People, Dying Well, Hermes