Do you know -- I don't -- what the trouble is? It starts somewhere at the bottom and works its way to the top. It spreads around in a circle until it comes to a stop, and then it bores through the surface and digs straight down through the ground and what has been left standing topples without a sound. Do you know -- I don't -- what the trouble is? For nothing is left of the matter and no one can find out the cause. It makes for some very sad chatter and a very long pause. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |