Verse

Walt Whitman:

I Sit and Look Out

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
       oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
       themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
       neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer
       of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
       hid—I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and
       prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who
       shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
       laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
       out upon,

See, hear, and am silent.

On Highway 84 near San Antonio Reservoir