Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
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Reaction: Surprising once I got to the end. Other then that, just trying to go with the flow of the poem
Meaning: The person is questioning the world. Why we are here and who created the grasshopper. The author wants us to stop what we are doing and take time to sit back and wonder about our lives and the other lives, weather they are human or not. I believe the author really wants us to question what God (or in my case the Gods) has in mind for us and the other creatures he created on earth. The grasshopper can represents one's life, maybe even the readers life. The author is also reminding us that everything on earth will die eventually and that since we only have one life, what do we plan to do with it.
Technique: free verse
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