AG (May 26,1989 / Georgia)

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. 10

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Comments (7)

clear, concise - and deadly sharp. Gorgeous <3
Your poem has nine lost's in it. If you turn it around you have nine starting points or destinations which make you look at the sources of the words conected to your 'losses'. Words must be explored in their depths. Write another poem. It could turn out you will write about your findings which give a clearer representation of your voice/soul. I'm wondering if the source of your poem is your mother. Tell me if I'm wrong. Keep playing. The song will come. It will cry out of your soul.*
It seems that the poet knows the Meaning and Feeling of loosing someone that was way too dear... Its Just a pin prick but straight to the heart...
sweetness!
Amber, so much said in so few words. You definitely stuck the ending... really well done! Brian
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