by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows...
Language: English 
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.

About the headline (FAQ)

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2010-04-20
Line count: 19
Word count: 160