Essay about Walt Whitman - 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 about  the death. It's another level of minding process. Think conceptually to  see the big picture.