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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A child said, What is the grass?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full<br>	hands;<br>How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it<br>	is any more than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful<br>	green stuff woven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,<br>A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,<br>Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we<br>	may see and remark, and say Whose?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe<br>	of the vegetation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,<br>And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow<br>	zones,<br>Growing among black folks as among white,<br>Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the <br>same, I receive them the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tenderly will I use you curling grass,<br>It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,<br>It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;<br>It may be you are from old people and from women, and<br>	from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps,<br>And here you are the mother's laps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old<br>	mothers,<br>Darker than the colorless beards of old men,<br>Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!<br>And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths<br>	for nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men<br>	and women,<br>And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring<br>	taken soon out of their laps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do you think has become of the young and old men?<br>What do you think has become of the women and<br>	children?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are alive and well somewhere;<br>The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,<br>And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait<br>	at the end to arrest it,<br>And ceased the moment life appeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,<br>And to die is different from what any one supposed, and<br>	luckier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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