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Weed Solitude

Text of Poem

Machines worn out, embalmed in rust,
Lie here abandoned to the weeds,
As will beneath time’s acid dust
The farmer and the farmer’s needs.

A binder flakes to ash, a mower
Sinks by a tree, the wild bee hums
And tastes the nettle’s bitter flower
Where nothing goes and no one comes.

First Line
Machines worn out, embalmed in rust,
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1960
Original Citation
Kansas City Magazine (1960) 88.
Complete Poems
105
Hearst Collections
Word Count
52
Poetic Form
closed
Themes
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the wild bee hums / And tastes the nettle’s bitter flower