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**I Sit and Look Out by Walt Whitman**
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 * 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; || //5// ||
 * 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. ||

====This poem was extremely gloomy. The author makes every point personal by explaining his experiences with the actions committed by humanity. Walt Whitman emphasizes his points by separating his observations of different situations and then the effect of each observation. An example of this is when Whitman explained how the misuse of a mother caused her to die from rejection. Whitman also adds emphasis by adding vocabulary to each point. An example of this was when he talked about the jealousy and unrequited love. This extra vocabulary helped prove his point of how human beings are all selfish individuals looking out for only themselves. This poem really explains how Whitman viewed the world as almost disgusting because of its relatively small failures. One could easily find more happiness than such terror in the world we have. Walt Whitman's poem I Sit and Look Out is very sad and close minded====

A response to "I Sit and Look Out" from an optimists view

I sit and look out upon not all the sorrows, but the beauty and the happiness of the world I feel the warm embrace of a cheerful stranger, happy to be alive and well, living in the precious moment I see the protective mother holding her child helping and nurturing the life of such a pure child I hear the booming laughter of friends and family, jokes that speak of great times, I see the martyrs and prisoners becoming free men, men that do such vast and wonderful things for the world. I smell the hard work of great men, who through their suffering have changed the world for the better I see the father looking down on his children, realizing that what he made is good I now observe equality, a virtue with-held from many, but gifted by those who had a dream All this beauty this favorable chance, so easily seen by those who want to I lay back and looking upon the world I pitty the man who sees, only sadness