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Song Of Myself


6

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands,
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more

than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green

stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrance designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the comers, that we may

see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the

vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I

receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon

out of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for

nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and

women.
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring

taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the

end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

T Title: It is a song describing him.

P Paraphrase: When people die they do not really go away forever but, instead they come back as grass. The grass is the vegetation of life. The little sprout of the grass leads to more life.

C Connotation: A journey through a lifetime that if youre lucky enough, youll live it forever, or after death.

A Attitude: joyment, relaxation, energy

S Shifts: From starting to talk about the beginning of life, to the end, where to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

T Title:

T Theme: live life to the fullest.


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