Essay about Walt Whitmans - Leaves of Grass

That was my first book, that I picked by myself to read. I didn't expect that much volume of the book, because at first, I met the name of the book in TV series "Breaking Bad". At first it was only curious without understanding. Volume of the art, book that pretends to be as art, was very big.

Walt Whitman has it's own style of poem writing, so I minded why I feel strange about it. English poetry is not the usual read book for someone who cares about their knowledge level or someone who looking about to. It's not that kind of book that you can pick by mistake, so you really must be high level of language kind. I don't tell anyone that I got master skills to read, but still I don't see myself as an amateur to. I used to read original scientific manuscripts for my own research and development work at the institute, so I case it as my base.

The "Leaves of Grass" was like a very big jump for me. I left from the scientific papers with graphs and tables, descriptions and formulas to the way of the old classics literature. I still thinking my thought, as I did before I started to read the book, this is the book - that I must read. Many decisions I did in my life I did by the moment of sixth sense. But this time, I don't miss chosen.

While I was reading the book, mostly the big part "Song to myself", I wanted to decide about my reading mission. Do I read for language experience? Do I read for a show to impress somebody? Do I interested in reading to understand the soul of reading? I didn't thought that I could do every of it at once.

Most of the book read didn't stick to me, but one of the parts did it. I can call it "How Walt Whitman says about the death". It's the little pieces in one of his poems "Song to myself". Walt Whitman uses the material way to determine the death. It's not like you are looking at surface. Under surface. Each part is meant to be read and it must be rethought. As you scalp the surface and then you see under it. I don't say how you need to think, but before you think, you must see everything as am I.

I don't want you to face that I thought, but I can shine my feelings. It's exciting how author describe the death and dead. Rarely you can hear how someone talks about the death as it's beautiful as life. Maybe Walt Whitman meant that death is beautiful in it's eternity and it's like just another art for nature, that everyone have an opportunity to taste. Immorality of his monologue stands not near the death because he does not meant a death as we all know it. At this point, luck of understand the truth about the art is easy, than point of dark that has only eternity and nothing else. Most people don't understand how to look under the surface of something, that can be eternal.

It's important book for me and it gave me much for rethought, also death. It's another level of minding process. Think conceptually to see the big picture.