Oh me! Oh life!

Of the questions of these recurring

Of the endless trains of the faithless

Of cities filled 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 renewed

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, oh me!

So sad, recurring-

What good amid these

Oh me, oh life?


That you are here

That life exists

And identity

That the powerful play goes on

And you may contribute a verse.

"Oh Me! Oh Life!" by Walt Whitman

images curated by Lady Elle

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  • mmichelle

    What editing program did you use? Love this!


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