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Wed, Jan. 30th, 2008 07:23 pm
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// Whitman for Winter. / Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
166. O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; 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 me intertwined; The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. Tags: poetry, whitman  
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