A Child Said, What Is The Grass? Comments
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.
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Most deserving poem chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Classic Poem Of The Day. CONGRATS and Thanks for sharing
NEXT COMMENT: The entire poem is provoked by the simple, innocent question of a child asking "What is the grass? " and the speaker realises that he is as clueless as the child
This poem is a meditation of the meaning of life and death and presents a beautiful image of continual renewal and rebirth.
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.-A profound poem about continuity of life even after death.
All goes onward and outward....and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.......... outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem. Five stars.
Grass is given such a beautiful description by Walt Whitman - the superb green creation.
THREE: It celebrates the beauty of existence and encourages us to embrace both life and death as integral parts of our journey. TOP Marks!
TWO: By observing the grass, we can learn valuable lessons about existence and our place in the world. This poem invites readers to contemplate life, mortality, and the shared experiences that bind us together.
ONE: This excellent poem explores several themes, including life, death, nature, spirituality, and innocence. The grass, with its universal presence, becomes a metaphor for this interconnectedness.
Much needed read tonight, arising upon unknown changes in my life - feels like a death, but all-knowing tells me its abreast of a new life. Beautiful prose,
The great chest and upper of this figure this is world Benevolent benefactor for its dweller green of all its is uniform or ideal dress I, the beast or inhuman put off it heinously from its breast None is known to its decent limb walk i the inhuman awkwardly on its fair body devastate I the fiend all green dress and make I the beast it nude by forgetting its benefactions...
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. ...... 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.
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I absolutely love this poem! It makes me think about how we become so accustomed to the world around us and how someone so young and innocent can cause us to see what is before us in a new light, pushing us to view things with a new perspectives and to appreciate the standard as something more.
Because Dear Frances...God IS Everything! Without God, there is NO meaning to Life because once the body withers away to dust it came from, the soul must make its journey to where it chose to go while in the body. My prayer for you is that you find GOD in Everything you do because as Solomon once said, "All life is meaningless without God." Blessings
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Last Comment: Still SOP Marks 5 Stars. The grass as a metaphor of life's cycle. Amazingly captured