Whitman makes an excellent connection between the individual and sea of people he encounters everyday. For starters, he explains how they’re all viewing the same thing on their daily commute; the sun and birds that are starting to appear. He adds on that no matter the time and place, there will always be someone else walking alongside those who commute, regardless if they pay attention or not. Furthermore, during the midst of his poem, everyone on that boat sees the same thing he does–a connection between everyone although most don’t pay attention.

Both poems were wonderful in their own right. Edgar’s poem about grief, sadness, and love was quite pretty in my eyes, as I adore the fall and its characteristics. In his poem, it shows how in everything he sees, it fuels his sadness or makes him remember his lost person. However in my mind, I realized we think differently. Whenever a loss like this occurs, I always try to paint them in the best way possible; the autumn leaves being my sister’s favorite season, or even the desolate winter air is my family’s favorite season since they get to stay inside haha. It also ties into Emily’s poem, albeit different…