|
O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman O me! O life! Of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself ( for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless? ) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring -- What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer That you are here -- that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. ..back.. |
