What does this poem mean and what are the tone and shifts to it?
Sap rises from the sodden ditch
and glues two green ears to the dead
birch twig.Perilous beauty—
and already Jane is digging out
her colored tennis shoes,
one mauve, one yellow, like large crocuses.
And by the laundromat
the Bartletts In their tidy yard—
as though it were not -
wearying, wearying
to hear in the bushes
the mild harping of the breeze,
the daffodils flocking and honking—
Look how the bluet* falls apart, mud
pockets the seed.
Months, years, then the dull blade of the wind.
cold, uncertain of all It is spring! We are going to die!
And now April raises up her plaque of flowers
and the heart
expands to admit Its adversary.
(*bluet: a wild flower with bluish blossoms)
Sap rises from the sodden ditch
and glues two green ears to the dead
birch twig.Perilous beauty—
and already Jane is digging out
her colored tennis shoes,
one mauve, one yellow, like large crocuses.
And by the laundromat
the Bartletts In their tidy yard—
as though it were not -
wearying, wearying
to hear in the bushes
the mild harping of the breeze,
the daffodils flocking and honking—
Look how the bluet* falls apart, mud
pockets the seed.
Months, years, then the dull blade of the wind.
cold, uncertain of all It is spring! We are going to die!
And now April raises up her plaque of flowers
and the heart
expands to admit Its adversary.
(*bluet: a wild flower with bluish blossoms)