In Leaves Of Grass, the reader encounters a message of advice towards life. In the beginning, at the least, the poems talks about a wise being which lends his advice to us. We first encounter the intentions of the narrator as such: “You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books (poem 2).” Not only is it giving us an aim, but it is forced upon us when we read “You shall.” It is trying to inspire change because we no longer will do as we used, and it is clearly foreshadowed that this change will come through strong suggestion, even imposition. From the first few words, the text is igniting a reformation on the reader.
Subtly and slowly, the poems begin to focus their attention on the now, the present. They make us part of what is, not what will be. In doing so, we enter a state of analysis and meditation of our current place in the universe as the logical response of a mortal being. But then the narrator suggest blending with what is around, because “clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my Soul (poem 3).” By definition, the above is referring to everything as clear and sweet, but those are not his ultimate intentions. In describing the surrounding in relation to ourselves, is made part of us. Suddenly, we are part of a greater something, a something that is just like us, or even better, we are just like the something we make part of. So far, we have been given the right and liberty of an individual, but the possibility of isolation from the whole has been swept away.
It is not a surprise if we wonder who the narrator is at this point, for it is a natural reaction to know about someone/something before we let it intrude in our reasoning. Not only did I wonder who he was, but I questioned his authority on the topic, I questioned his ability to hold all which he says as true. Soon it comes to me, for the narrator takes his description to a level beyond human boundaries in saying: “Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it (poem 7).” The narrator has already died, which means that not only he knows more about living, but that he is in some way supernatural, for he is igniting direct and personal change in others even after his death. In doing so, he accomplished two things: he demonstrated his authority in the subject, and second, he made mortality a theme to reflect upon. Making the reader mortal can only make the message stronger, for it forces the finding of a purpose.
Mortality stretches beyond the mentioned, for soon it is questioned as to hook us into topic: “What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children (poem 60)?” Now the text becomes personal, because by questioning their state, we are obliged to question ours: What will become of us? And because through his rhetoric the narrator has made us dependant on him for answers, we seek on the text an answer to what will become of us. Then, as the poem describes what is, it introduces an interesting description on his use of grass: “Tenderly will I use you, curling grass; It may be you transpire 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 mothers’ laps; And here you are the mothers’ laps (poem 6).”We will become grass, our memories transpiring through it what continues without us. For obvious reasons, we expect to be much more, we expect a better use than fertilizing grass, but sadly, it is what it is. But the message is not in its essence pessimistic, but more of a realization. The message now focuses on what we will do before we head onto that unstoppable future, on what we will be before we can no longer choose.
When a sense of fear and hurry turns upon ourselves, we begin to think quickly, as if we had no time left. That may be the effect intended, but not for long. We are allowed to reflect on the possibility of dyeing, preparing our minds to receive a message with an elevated impact as a follow up to our current state. Soon, another revelation comes from that wise character: “All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses; And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier (poem 6).” But why is it trying to bless death? How can it be that we are asked to embrace life, to which death is the end and only enemy, and then asked to embrace death as bliss? If so is true, then why live life at all? If death is such a wonderful thing, why not rush towards it? That, I suppose, is a possibility, but not what is intended. Life is a stage in the process, and if you miss a step, the end result might not be the same. We are being asked to live accordingly. It all comes down to understanding and accepting death, because once we do that, we can embrace life to its furthest extent.