This poem was written for a Poets of the Lake assignment. We were given the first line of a poem and instructed to use it to develop our own poem. The first line of this poem was written by Pablo Neruda as translated by W.S Merwin.
"The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye" and speak with much more eloquence than does the good Reverend who reads the twenty third Psalm and does his ashes to ashes dust to dust routine. |
But nothing quite so final as when we stand - afar but not too far to hear the heavy clumps of clay thump down while we behold the cold uncaring back-hoe do its unmerciful chore. |