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
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
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these,
O me, O life?
That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute
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Yes, that powerful play is going on, and we are
What tracks will we leave in these children's lives? On these children's hearts?
Irene has the Poetry Friday roundup today at Live Your Poem...