
I am one of those who can only read so much poetry at a time. I love it and I enjoy it, but if I don't take a break every 30 pages or so, the poems all run together and begin to read like one long work, which to me loses the meaning of each individual idea.
In Leaves of Grass, Whitman's perspective regarding his surroundings while "discovering" America, are not only fascinating, but intriguing. It's like stepping back in time and seeing the country as it comes into it's own. It is said that Whitman loved this country so much and though much has changed since he traveled through America, there are still some places that still reflect what he wrote about.
In one poem, "Miracles" he talks about all sorts of things that we may just see, but can also be seen as wonders, for instance he asks 'What stranger miracles are there?" referring to many things, before that final line, but the line just before speaks of men on ships. The first thing I thought of was an airplane. He never saw man's first flight, but to him a ship on the water was a miracle...fishes that swim, rocks, etc. I think sometimes if we just close our eyes, we can easily "see" all of the wonderful things around us.
In a way this book is opening my eyes to things around me. It's showing me that sometimes we need to slow down and remember that no matter what things are happening to us and around us, there are still wonderful things right in front of us. Awaking everyday is a miracle, breathing, walking, talking, hearing, seeing. It sounds corny, but truly these are little joys that sometimes get taken for granted.
