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A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
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 hieroglyphic,
And it means, sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, 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 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, or from offspring taken soon
out of their mothers’ laps,
And here you are the mothers’ 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?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows 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 ceas’d the moment life appear’d.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.



Part A

What theme does Whitman develop in poem 6 of “Song of Myself”?


With a positive attitude, the most challenging obstacles can be overcome.

Life has no real beginning or end; instead, it is a continuous circle.

Though tragic, death is an opportunity to reflect on meaningful memories.

Young people are a reminder to remain curious and imaginative.
Question 2
Part B

Which excerpt from poem 6 best develops the theme in Part A?


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

“A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; / How could I answer the child?”

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

“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,”


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