Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats


AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me!
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes--
the old, the incessant war?)
You degradations--you tussle with passions and appetites;
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds, the sharpest of
all;)
You toil of painful and choked articulations--you meannesses;
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of
any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis;
Ah, think not you finally triumph--My real self has yet to come
forth;
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me; 10
It shall yet stand up the soldier of unquestion'd victory.

by Walt Whitman

Comments (6)

i craze for more.....from u....
Nice imagery and flow
Excellent piece! I especially like the terse, staccato tone you have used here. It adds to the great imagery. Blessings-TGR (Theresa)
Yes, how I do recall. Nice job Syd you placed it all in a few little lines! Patricia
hmm strong words fighting to hold back its very nice keep up your work and i'll have to do the same very nice piece though heh yeah go go go
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