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 the wife misused by her husband. I see the treacherous
seducer of young women.
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny. I see
martyrs and prisoners,
I observed the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, 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
Published in Leaves of Grass 1860 edition
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