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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Grand Jury
Once the facts,
evidence mind you,
the DNA and whatnot,
cell phone pings and
forensics,
have been gathered,
sifted,
like Murder’s flour,
and examined,
minutely,
there remains
but one more
step to take.
Someone needs
to be blamed.
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from the Senses and More Such collection
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Anne Bradstreet
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Impediments
Just as onions to kiss,
Or stoplights to town,
Or words to sermon,
There can be
Too many dams to river.
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from the Senses and More Such collection
Selflessness
When I,
on a gray
and rainy
morn,
prepare me
a cup
of wakeful
coffee,
bully for me,
but,
if I
brew
a full pot
for company,
better still—
the effort
being equal,
but oh,
the intent,
a gulf
of sharing
bridged.
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from the Senses and More Such collection
Many Hands
"Build it up there," roared the king,
"where it will be seen first by God,
and enemy."
"Goody, goody," cooed his queen.
"It will have a lovely view."
"Is there a quarry near by? asked the
architect.
"Ten miles or more yonder," pointed
the advisor.
"No matter," laughed the king. "We've
backs aplenty."
"Bloody hell," thought the peasant.
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Vanity
Getting this handsome
did not happen
overnight,
but arrogance
comes faster than
trigger to death.
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from the Senses and More Such collection
Practice Makes Perfect
The last time i attempted
this maneuver
it took an Uber driver
and the neighbor lady
to load me into the
back seat for the short
drive to the local
Emergency Centre.
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A Given
Everyone older
than a day
or two
knows that
life
is a
never ending,
upward bending,
troubles sending,
narrow wending,
staircase.
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from the Senses and More Such collection
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