A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
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Whitman has such a wonderful feel and melody - words so well written and composed. But this is perhaps a bit too long for me - the daily reader - perhaps more for students who have time to study the assonance Whitman pulls from thin air. As a browser though I must say the first few stanzas exhausted my time.
Under Thee only they harvest- even but a wisp of hay, under thy great face, only; Harvest the wheat of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin- every barbed spear, under thee; Great poet and great the poetic talent. Always feel quiet submissive with the radiation of such uttered words.
Many great details of the universe in this write. Whitmans love for nature is evident in this write. Enthralling.