Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem I Sit And Look Out of poet Walt Whitman

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
 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. 10