Birthday Max

Max (17 November 2010)

WHEREFORE?

O me! O life!–of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless–of cities filled with the foolish;
Of myself for ever 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, 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.
–Walt Whitman

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~ by matt on 17 November 2010.

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