I can imagine someone who found
these fields unbearable, who climbed
the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust,
cracking the brittle weeds underfoot,
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This is a fine poem, well-crafted and well-written. I enjoy the cadence, the flow and the topic. It conveys very clear imagery, and I can easily envision the California hills, also having lived among them.
Dana talks about life that is surrounded by death. A uninhabitable field that looks as if there is no life holds an abundance of life. The eye can be very deceiving when we do not look close enough.
No better or worse then the massive attack the author had on similar poetry written in our shallow and unpoetic times in his book Does Poetry Matter? . The typed form is as those poems that exists as words on a page rather than sounds in the mouth and ear. This poem is no better or worse than its contemporaries. I was expecting the poet to carry his own staff, and present a modern work in the stance of Virgil.