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.
The last line should be: - time, pain, love, hate, age, war, death, laughter, fever. ie. Not ware, but war.
That makes no sense the last line is listing what a man can offer, ware refers to the mans physical and mental ware
Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. beautiful thoughts. tony
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.
This was useful, I liked the audio as well, Siri is hot
Just wanked to Siri