Text of Poem | Never was so much hubbub in the morning, It was the time to start the cultivators, The whole world seemed alert and full of sap. when off in the grove huddled in some green darkness I wonder if there is time for plaintive sorrow, |
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First Line | Never was so much hubbub in the morning, |
Original Pub Location | |
Original Publication Date | 1951 |
Original Citation | Man and His Field. Denver: Allan Swallow. 1951. 41. |
Complete Poems | 86 |
Hearst Collections | |
Word Count | 181 |
Poetic Form | closed |
Themes | |
Twitter Quote | It was one of those humid mornings late in May / when the leaves are out and the trees are full of motion / changing their shapes like clouds on a windy day |