I recently read Walt Whitman's A Clear Midnight. This is the type of poetry I love. It is straight to the point and extremely easy for me to understand. For me, it is the way all works of literature should be. Many nights i have stayed awake reflecting on that day and my life in general. At the end of the day, nothing really matters. looking into the midnight sky we realize this. We recognize the wonder and awe of the world. We realize how little we are in such a magnificent world. The book you read or art work you created or saw, at the end of the day does not matter. We are all looking at the same sky. We are all the same and we are all nothing in the scope of the universe. We all have the same worries, or themes. We all generally have the same problem. The ending was a little surprising to me in the mention of death. Although i do recognize that death goes hand and hand with sleep. I did not see that coming. However, it does make sense when given a second look. As we slip into lack of thought that is our slumber we are in a state very similar to death. This really is the summation of the whole poem. Like late night thoughts while staring into a midnight sky, when we die we let everything go. Books and art don't matter. We are nothing.