
I enjoy listening to the whispers of the grass after 2am when the library is otherwise silent. I don’t speak grass language, but it always sounds peaceful and relaxing. I think Walt Whitman was fluent in grass: “I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.” You can read more! It’s right over there behind you, in the display: Leaves of Grass, bookmarked just for you.









![Keep going mamas [heart]](https://library.bc.edu/answerwall/wp-content/uploads/2026/10/AW100326-2.jpeg)









