Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

O Me! O Life! - Poem by Walt Whitman


O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the
foolish;
Of myself forever 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 renew'd;
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.


Comments about O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman

  • Rookie Jared Washburn (6/4/2013 11:16:00 AM)

    This is the ultimate Walt Whitman...it says it all. The man seems to be able to put an optimistic, positive twist on everything. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Praneeth Kandula (10/23/2012 2:43:00 PM)

    indeed it is beautiful and not only that very inspiring too...i think this is the best poem hes ever written or i guess its only because i can relate to it more than with any of the others....! anyways reading this made my day..! ! . (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Swapnil Salvi (1/12/2010 8:27:00 AM)

    Beautiful! ! ! ! Thats what i uttered when i read it....
    Uncle Walt you are the best! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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