Walt Whitman

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

Despairing Cries

Poem by Walt Whitman


DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,
The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth,
alarmed, uncertain,
This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speeding--tell me my destination.


I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, behold--the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes,
your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I now recline on, come tell me;
Old age, alarmed, uncertain--A young woman's voice appealing to me,
for comfort,
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?


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  • Norman Jensen (7/27/2018 3:32:00 PM)

    I think it is a terrible thing to have Whitman's poem read by a robot.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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