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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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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,
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Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than
I, and who more faithless?)
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Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
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Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I
see around me,
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Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me inter-
twined,
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these,
O me, O life?
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Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity, |
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. |
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