Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I Sit and Look Out

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.

- Walt Whitman

1 comment:

Sylvia said...

societies apathetic state needs to be destroyed. you cannot just tap a person on the shoulder and expect them to listen and withhold your preachings anymore. we have to hit them on the head with a sledge hammer. only then will we get their focused attention. i mean this in the metaphorial sense. i really don't want to wack anyone.

anyway, walt whitman is a genius.