A child said, What is the grass?

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.

    I guess it must be the flag of my disposition¹， out of hopeful green stuff woven.

    Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord，

    A scented² gift and remembrancer designedly dropped，

    Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners， that we

    may see and remark， and say Whose？

    Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe

    of the vegetation.

    Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic³，

    And it means， Sprouting⁴ alike in broad zones and narrow zones，

    Growing among black folks as among white，

    Kanuck， Tuckahoe， Congressman⁵， Cuff⁶， I give them the

    same， I receive them the same.

    And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

    Tenderly will I use you curling grass，

    It may be you transpire⁷ from the breasts of young men，

    It may be if I had known them I would have loved them；

    It may be you are from old people and from women， and

    from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps，

    And here you are the mother's laps.

    This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers，

    Darker than the colorless beards of old men，

    Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

    O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues！

    And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

    I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women，

    And the hints about old men and mothers， and the offspring

    taken soon out of their laps.

    What do you think has become of the young and old men？

    What do you think has become of the women and children？

    They are alive and well somewhere；

    The smallest sprouts⁸ 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.

    All goes onward⁹ and outward. . . .and nothing collapses¹⁰，

    And to die is different from what any one supposed， and luckier.