“To Rich Givers” by Walt Whitman

 

What you give me I cheerfully accept,

A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money,

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.