We live in this flat blue basin, We and the meadow things, my townspeople, And there beyond where the snow lies In ochred patches float the smoke-grey towers. Has it never struck you as curious That we do not all leave this place? Surely we are blest With a noteworthy wisdom, my townspeople! Let us be conscious and talk of these things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS A CHILD IS WEEPING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |