The Gardener 84: Futile Songs
The Gardener 84: Futile Songs - meaning Summary
Morning Squandered in Song
This poem celebrates a sudden, communal surrender to joy and sensation. The speaker describes a luminous autumn morning in which nature’s creatures act carefree, and invites companions to abandon routine and responsibilities. The mood is ecstatic and impulsive: rather than toil, they should seize the sky, run, laugh and waste the morning in ‘‘futile songs’’. It frames play and collective abandon as a brief, restorative rebellion against everyday duty.
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