Monday, February 28, 2011
whitman
Have you ever had someone come up to you and not recognize you? Even if they've known you your whole life and you were seperated just for a short time? The way he wrote this poem makes me think about that. How i can look in the mirror and tell you I've barely changed since i was a kid but have those i've known not be able to recall a name. The reason is that the change i've endured i've watched it grow each day. Something new has added itself to me and this is what i believe whitman is trying to put across. He says the mother gives you life and everyday after that is yours... without an outside perspective you stay the child you saw years ago.
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