Friday, January 3, 2003

Last Hill In A Vista Comments

Rating: 3.4

Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches
How we are poor, who once had riches,
And lie out in the sparse and sodden
Pastures that the cows have trodden,

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Louise Bogan
COMMENTS
Michelle Claus 07 April 2014

I'm hearing in this poem how we once lived more in sync with nature, more outdoors. Suburban and urban lifestyles - human-made villages, as it were - remove us from our origin. Not sure about loosen into a little smoke. Is she referring to houses made of poplar and oak, with smoke issuing from chimneys? Or maybe our nature-communion past is up in smoke, a vanishing memory?

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Babatunde Aremu 07 April 2014

This is thoughtful. Truly there are stiff walls around us and daily we walk on fragile lanes

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