Text of Poem | It’s like digging all day at a buried stone A stone is like a stone, it won’t wish away I no longer kindle a useful fire, I know that at night the house for its part |
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First Line | It's like digging all day at a buried stone |
Original Pub Location | |
Original Publication Date | 1951 |
Original Citation | Man and His Field. Denver: Allan Swallow. 1951. 60. |
Complete Poems | 68 |
Hearst Collections | |
Word Count | 156 |
Poetic Form | closed |
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