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.)
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
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.)