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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

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 the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out

upon,

See, hear, and am silent.

Written by
Walt Whitman
1819-1892 / Male / American
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