A poem by robert louis stevenson, seeking Chinese name and analysis

light footsteps

Walt Whitman

Light feet and tight feet

Green grass spread,

Early in the morning—

But hope lies ahead.

Stubby feet and proud feet

Gray dust spread out,

In the evening—

Hopes were dashed.

Long life and short life,

The last sentence says:

Earlier in the evening

That's a bed.

Short days and bright days.

And sunset red,

Earlier in the evening

The stars are overhead.

This is understanding and appreciation. In one of three anonymous self-comments, Whitman described The Poet as "a pure American breeze, a healthy memory, his perfect body, no stains from head to toe, never headaches and indigestion, full of energy, six feet tall, a good feeder, never used drugs, only drinking water-swimming in the river or by the sea."