“The smoke of my own breath; echoes, ripples buzz´d, love root….” (2) As I read poem number two I thought of how life can be different for everyone else. Whitman expresses a way of life. This poem is very similar to books we read in 9th grade. Considering the time the book was written, a time when people started reasoning or thinking on revolution people as Ralph Waldo Emerson on self reliance. I like the way he approaches the reader, he has a new and renovating idea of a life style.
All that Walt Whitman is asking from us is to awaken. Whitman is encouraging us to appreciate everything that we experience in our lives. Every little thing that we take for granted is much more complex and beautiful than what most of us see of it. In this case, he starts by mentioning individual characteristics of the human bodies, but progresses into a broader concept of life in general.
By using vivid imagery and metaphors, Whitman allows us to see his perspective and although I do believe that we should stop for some moments to admire the world in which we live in, it becomes more difficult every day. Not to mention the technology that surrounds us, but also that our generation has accustomed to craving things at an incredible pace, and we are never satisfied. In these days, few people would simply ignore, and discredit the wonders that surround us.
Something funny I noticed was that Whitman made an involuntary gesture that looks like a winking face. When he said "(there are millions of suns left;)" Considering the time period, I believe it to be chance, but I do have to say that it looks intentional and suits the idea well.
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