Judging from your question, it should be Whitman, an American poet, in the sixth chapter of My own Song.
The theme of the sixth section is "grass", which is synonymous with Whitman's poetry and life, and has symbolic significance from content to form.
Grass is the most common thing in the world. Don't people in this world like grass?
Grass is unrestrained. It is endless, dying unsatisfied and full of divinity.
Whitman praised grass with "the banner of character", "God's handkerchief", "baby" and "unified hieroglyphics", indicating that grass has consciousness, divinity and universality.
Then, Whitman borrowed Homer's poem "Beautiful hair on an untrimmed grave" to illustrate the rebirth of the dead. These dead people include young men, old people and premature babies, representing all kinds of lost lives.
Whitman also used a metaphor that grass is a "talking tongue" and the poet is trying to translate the "hint" of these dead people, and this hint is that "life" is not really dead. They exist somewhere in another form, become stories, spread among relatives and families, become traditions, and become the land where future generations live. Yes, all these blessed dead people are watching us.
Whitman here, once again clarified his attitude towards death. "Death is luckier." Hehe, it feels like China's Taoist thought. Life and death are natural.
We can see that in the theme of the sixth section of Grass, Whitman mainly talks to us about "life and death" and life-death-regeneration-immortality, eternal cycle and endless life.
Now, let's see how Whitman wrote Weeds:
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A child said, "What grass is this?" Hand it to me with your hands full;
How should I answer the child? Like him, I don't know.
I guess this must be the banner of my character, woven with hopeful green materials.
I guess it's either God's handkerchief,
This is a fragrant gift and souvenir specially left.
The owner's name is pasted on the four corners so that we can see and notice it and say, "Whose is this?"
I guess this grass itself is a child, a baby born in the plant kingdom.
I guess it's either a unified hieroglyph,
This means that new leaves can grow in wide or narrow areas.
Can grow up among whites and blacks,
Kenak people, Tebhoe people, congressmen, poor people, I give them the same things and treat them the same.
Now it seems to be uncut hair in the cemetery.
I will treat you gently, crooked grass,
You may be a young man's vomit,
If I knew them, maybe I would like them,
Maybe you come from an old man, or from a descendant who is about to leave her mother's womb.
You are mother's arms.
The grass is dark, and it can't come from the bald head of the old mother.
Blacker than the colorless beard of the elderly.
The black flowing from the mouth is like a reddish palate.
Ah, I finally see so many talking tongues.
Be careful not to pop out of the upper jaw for no reason.
I wish I could translate those vague hints about dead young men and women,
There are also some tips about old people, mothers, and future generations who are about to leave their mothers' arms.
What do you think happened to these young people and old people?
What do you think happened to these women and children?
They still live somewhere,
The smallest bud shows that there is no death in the world.
Even if there is, it will lead to life, instead of waiting until the end to strangle it.
As soon as life appears, death is over.
Everything went forward and outward without collapse.
Death is not as unfortunate as people think.