What is the meaning of the Poem, A lesson for this Sunday by Derek Walcott?

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  • ~~*Milieu*~~
    9 days ago

    Posting the poem always helps with an answer!

  • Cesar
    8 days ago

    The growing idleness of summer grass

    With its frail kites of furious butterflies

    Requests the lemonade of simple praise

    In scansion gentler than my hammock swings

    And rituals no more upsetting than a

    Black maid shaking linen as she sings

    The plain notes of some Protestant hosanna—

    Since I lie idling from the thought in things—

    Or so they should, until I hear the cries

    Of two small children hunting yellow wings,

    Who break my Sabbath with the thought of sin.

    Brother and sister, with a common pin,

    Frowning like serious lepidopterists.

    The little surgeon pierces the thin eyes.

    Crouched on plump haunches, as a mantis prays

    She shrieks to eviscerate its abdomen.

    The lesson is the same. The maid removes

    Both prodigies from their interest in science.

    The girl, in lemon frock, begins to scream

    As the maimed, teetering thing attempts its flight.

    She is herself a thing of summery light,

    Frail as a flower in this blue August air,

    Not marked for some late grief that cannot speak.

    The mind swings inward on itself in fear

    Swayed towards nausea from each normal sign.

    Heredity of cruelty everywhere,

    And everywhere the frocks of summer torn,

    The long look back to see where choice is born,

    As summer grass sways to the scythe’s design.

    – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15946#st…

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