O Me! O Life!

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Title:     O Me! O Life!
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

O me! O life!--of the questions of these recurring;

Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish;

Of myself for ever 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 renewed;

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.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: O Me! O Life!

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