We are suckling-babies at the nipples of this planet,
with a ceaseless, insatiate voraciousness for life;
all the sap of Earth: all the lactation of the Mother-Meteor!
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Wow! What a powerful poem! I really like this! This gets five stars and a place in MyPoemList!
An interesting comparison between the 'suckling babies at the nipples of the planet' and the formation of the celestial bodies. Mother Earth's lactation continues till we become toothless again and wait for the decay to be savoured by the worms. 'There is no escape into the primeval, verdant meadows of youthful dreaming! ' - Alas! Indeed!
A wise poem depicting the life's sketch from birth to death. To my favorite poem list. Beyond ratings..