Homo Suburbiensis Poem by Donald Bruce Dawe

Homo Suburbiensis

Rating: 4.4


One constant in a world of variables
- A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables,
and all the things he takes down with him there

Where the easement runs along the back fence and the air
smells of tomato-vines, and the hoarse rasping tendrils
of pumpkin flourish clumsy whips and their foliage sprawls

Over the compost-box, poising rampant upon
the palings ...
He stands there, lost in a green
confusion, smelling the smoke of somebody's rubbish

Burning, hearing vaguely the clatter of a disk
in a sink that could be his, hearing a dog, a kid,
a far whisper of traffic, and offering up instead

Not much but as much as any man can offer
- time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Logan 14 March 2018

This was useful, I liked the audio as well, Siri is hot

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Logan 04 July 2022

Just wanked to Siri

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Leone Hendry 14 November 2017

The last line should be: - time, pain, love, hate, age, war, death, laughter, fever. ie. Not ware, but war.

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James 30 April 2019

In the printed copy, it actually does say war not ware.

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Paul Tatel 01 April 2019

That makes no sense the last line is listing what a man can offer, ware refers to the mans physical and mental ware

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Jesus 08 June 2022

Yes. Good story. The lord approves

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Chinedu Dike 26 May 2022

Nicely put together with deep insight.

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Deez Nutz 29 June 2020

G E T F I N G E R E D

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 May 2020

Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. beautiful thoughts. tony

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Savita Tyagi 24 May 2020

We have come a long way in our fast changing lifestyle, still with our emotions and longings we are the child of Nature. Great poem to read. Congratulations.

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Donald Bruce Dawe

Donald Bruce Dawe

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