From Mr. Whitman

O ME! O life!
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
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
The question, O me! so sad, recurring–What good amid these, O me, O


That you are here–that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

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4 Responses to From Mr. Whitman

  1. Rick says:

    I think this poem was written for you, and especially for you last night. =)

  2. Ryan Saltamacchio says:

    I love Walt Whitman and have been reading “Leaves of Grass” a lot over the past few years…This is one of my favorite poems and it makes it into one of my favorite movies – Dead Poet’s Society.

  3. Grace says:

    I like that “that the powerful play goes on and you will contribute a verse” Was great seeing you and baby today!

  4. bchallies says:

    As Christians we can flesh that out by knowing that God has, from eternity, prepared us for very particular “verses”, and very particular “verses” for us…And that they truly matter to Him! Beautiful thought!

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