The more I read this poem the more I fall in love with it.
Edward Markham wrote it after seeing a painting by Jean-Francois Millet:
The author has something to say about what he means (http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/markham/reflections.htm I'll admit I didn't read very much of that. Long. Good though, I'm sure.)
We humans are meant to be more than what he is describing!
We are meant to enjoy "the rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose."
We are meant to "feel the passion of eternity"!!!
Ready for me to stop blathering and post the poem? Kdeal.
Edwin Markham, my friends:
The Man with the Hoe