Lines

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.

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.

I really enjoyed these lines, Whitman brings a fresh and personal perspective on even the smallest lines. He's like, consider this. What do you think of this? And it opens the dormant portions of our brains and were like oh shit, i would have never thought. You can call it conformity, and the business of life. I call it America. California living is fucking rough. Excuse me, i mean expensive. Education is at the near bottom, and we find ourselves going to school longer, in hopes of attaining a job that might not be there considering, how fast technology is progressing.

What i'm trying to say is were are so busy, working, studying, learning and living, that we often cannot question the world around us. We accept it for what it is and we have no qualms about it. So what if we have to breath dirty air and drink poisoned water and eat treated food. It's life. But if we could only question. Are we allowed to? What if everyone questioned the government, like what the fuck are you doing with all the taxes were paying you?

Most importantly, Whitman's perspective of the grass allows hims to lower himself to the innocence of a child, whose view of the world is unadulterated and pure. They have a fresh outlook and Whitman wants to go back and view the world from the eyes of a child, for the first time, with excitement and bewilderment. What is grass? I can be an asshole and say it's just a plant that grows by sucking CO2 and sunlight and nutrients and it grows. Done. But what is it really does it breath? Does it flinch when we step on it? Does it cry? God i don't know, i'll have to take a closer look.