The English girl is being sick in the bushes, helped by the Frenchman. The American couple are identifying wildflowers. Our guide is dozing off last night's twenty pipes. Two pigs squeal in their pen and the only inhabitant of this abandoned village comes singing through his nose with a pail full of corn cobs followed by two blue-eyed kittens. The jungle's green silence reoccupies paths where human voices called each other's names. Over tattered palm-frond roofs, over low crests of hills that subside to the plain's green patchwork of paddies, sitting on a tree stump, I look out to hills that answer like an echo these I sit among and, I suppose, that is all I really want, the only form of E = mc2 I understand - file after ragged file of silhouettes, misty recessions into endless distance - that there always be other hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY TO DIANEME (1) by ROBERT HERRICK A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN DRAB BONNETS by BERNARD BARTON THEODORE ROOSEVELT by MORRIS ABEL BEER TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED; ON VIEWING WAR GRAVES AT VERDUN, 1928 by DON MAITLAND BUSHBY |