Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Leaves of grass


Leaves of grass
By Walt Whitman

Walt
Long time till today
Your photos, beard, even your breath
I used as columns
To write a poem

But no more again
Bye…I’m going and gone…
How dare could you write?
Insulting grass,
Was it to whitewash?
Our lacking brain...
Oh no, not you Walt
Not you dear one
(In your poetry)
(And, simplicity)
(Perseverance)

Grass & animals
Complain or not
We don’t understand
And it is our fault
Something’s wrong with us

Wear your hat again
Set your words correct
You’re my favorite
But not with grass
One poem,
At last

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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Walt Whitman is one of my favorite poets but I disagree with him that the grass and...have no pain or do not complain. It is our weakness that we do not understand them and exploit them.

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