Friday, February 1, 2013

A Child Said, What is the Grass?

Reflection, Jeniffer Sams, copyright 2012

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
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 remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

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

A Simple Leaf, ©ELFoto 2012 ©ELFoto (ElizaBeth Forbes)

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
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 and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps,
And here you are the mother's laps.

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

Warmth, Stephanie Wirt, Powhatan, VA

O 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?
What do you think has become of the women and

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show 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 ceased the moment life appeared.

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

~ Walt Whitman

Whitman uses the imagery of a leaf of grass symbolizing the the pages of his poetry book, the form of his poetry, and a actual grass growing.  The first is a physical and natural meaning. The child in the poem, possibly Whitman's inner child, is asking Whitman what is the meaning of the natural world. Whitman does not have an answer for the child. Whitman's voice is later describing the cyclical nature of grass and how nature continues "onward and outward" in a never ending circle.  Whitman is also speaking metaphorically about his poetry and creativity as being cyclical and ongoing. 

1 comment:

  1. Hey Fred, nice post. Besides the poetry, Walt Whitman has those cool boxes of chocolate, which some of us guys'll be needing now that February is here. Keep on rockin',