Son Of Man Poem by Kyungdae Min

Son Of Man - Poem by Kyungdae Min



Man, your are lonelt creator.
And all its aching joys are now no more.
And all its dizzy raptures
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes,
passing the endless grass
Man, Why plough
Why feed and clothe and save
From the crade to the grave
The seed you sow, another reaps;
The wealth you find, another keeps;
Sow seed, but you reaps,
Find wealth, let no imposter heap;
Shrint to your cellars, holes, and cells,
With plough and spade and hoe and loon
Trace your grave and build your tomd.
And weave your winding sheet.
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets
I give you a twig of lilac.