Poem of the Day

Well i just wanted to get some feedback on this poem. Who has read it and what yall thought about it.


Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. 166. O Me! O Life!


O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d 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 renew’d;
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, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer:
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.



Let me explain, the Answer part is part of the poem. Walt Whitman answers his poem. He says that the answer to his question is that you get to contribute a verse. A verse in the play of life. Sorry for the confusion.