walt whitman

funny how one thing triggers another. antonia leaves me this piece of whitman and i can;t not post it

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.