Walt Whitman: I Sit and Look Out

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 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.