Journal: Truth, be Told! -------------------------------------------
Mood: Just HungryI Sit and Look Out
by Walt Whitman
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, an 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 earth,
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny, I see martyrs
and prisoners,
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 meanness and agony without end I sitting
look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent....Created 2008-12-18 17:35:12
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