Always wondered why he made my skin crawl…hmmm. the open letter in the Times sort of wrapped it up for me.



A well worn copy of Whitman’s Leaves of Grass sits collecting dust in my bathroom. It is one of my favorites. Thanks Apple for reigniting an interest in this poet.

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?

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman (from Leaves of Grass, first published in the 1867 edition)

They actually used Robin William’s dialog from Dead Poets Society.