Grass In Walt Whitman's Song Of Myself

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Are we living a meaningless life? To be brought to such beauty of a world and then realize that we will one day perish into the night sky? Its astonishing to think about it, but if we were to travel deeper is there really a reason? In Walt Whitman’s poem Song of myself he analyses grass, and he makes a new sense of it. To Whitman, grass is not only a simple thread of green substance in the ground, it's much more. Whitman gives many ideas of what he thinks grass is but one specifies it as a whole, “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.” It does not matter whom the grass grew out of, but what really matters is that we all share what we call “mother nature”,