Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Poem #3: As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing

As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields—or the harvester harvesting,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:
(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)

- Walt Whitman


At 9:33 PM, Blogger Crawdad said...

Am I the only one who doesn't usually see death as the harvest according?

Also, I like the idea of life as the tillage.

I didn't realize until just now that I might also have been attracted to this poem because it's about making food. Good, living, raw food, of course. (And pizza. Life is tilling the pizza fields.)

At 5:33 AM, Anonymous sloan said...

Are you hallucinating, Charles?

At 6:11 AM, Blogger Crawdad said...

I like the pink ones!

Drinka drinka drinka... raw foods pretty...

At 2:26 AM, Anonymous shrinkwrap said...

Yes, food related hallucinations were my first thought, about you reading the poem that is.


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