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“Song of Myself” from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

“Song of Myself” from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. 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.

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“Song of Myself” from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

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  1. “Song of Myself” from Leaves of Grassby Walt Whitman

  2. 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.

  3. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful greenstuff woven.

  4. When this you see Think of me Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may seeand remark, and say Whose?

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

  6. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,

  7. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones

  8. and narrow zones,

  9. Growing among black folks as among white,

  10. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

  11. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. • Tenderly will I use you curling grass,

  12. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,

  13. It may be you are from old people,

  14. or from offspring taken soon outof their mothers' laps,

  15. And here you are the mothers' laps.

  16. What do you think has become of the young and old men?And what do you think has become of the women and children?

  17. They are alive and well somewhere,The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,

  18. 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

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