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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
I SIT AND LOOK OUT.
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world,
and upon all oppression and shame;
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I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at an-
guish with themselves, remorseful after deeds
done;
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I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children,
dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;
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I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the
treacherous seducer of young women;
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I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love,
attempted to be hid—I see these sights on the
earth;
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I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see
martyrs and prisoners;
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I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting
lots who shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of
the rest;
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I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant
persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon ne-
groes, and the like;
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All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I
sitting, look out upon,
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See, hear, and am silent. |
ME IMPERTURBE.
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, |
Master of all, or mistress of all—aplomb in the midst
of irrational things,
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Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, |
Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles,
crimes, less important than I thought;
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Me private, or public, or menial, or solitary—all these
subordinate, (I am eternally equal with the best
—I am not subordinate;)
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Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or
the Tennessee, or far north, or inland,
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A river man, or a man of the woods, or of any farm-life
of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or
Kanada,
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Me, wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for
contingencies!
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O to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents,
rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
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As I Lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado.
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, |
The confession I made I resume—what I said to you
and the open air I resume:
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I know I am restless, and make others so; |
I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of
death;
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(Indeed I am myself the real soldier: |
It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-
striped artilleryman;)
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For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws,
to unsettle them;
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I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I
could ever have been had all accepted me;
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I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience,
cautions, majorities, nor ridicule;
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And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing
to me;
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And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing
to me;
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…Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward
with me, and still urge you, without the least
idea what is our destination,
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Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and
defeated.
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