Robert Melliard Poems
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This Economic Crisis
My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.
He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.
One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.
If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.
Another night they had him measuring by lamplight:
the job had ...
Heaven In Tuscany
Remember when we sat on that verandah,
outside our rented, rustic Tuscan home;
among those hills, with cypress trees and vines,
just taking in the view and sipping wine?
I said that sitting there, with wine like that
and looks like yours, was my idea of heaven.
But I confess, on looking back,
it wasn't true: