The opening lines, "This is the grass your feet are planted on. / You paint it orange or you sing it green," set up a scene where humans are active participants in shaping their environment, or at least, they believe they are. The act of painting the grass orange or singing it green suggests human attempts to define, categorize, or even beautify what is inherently independent of human interpretation. However, the lines that follow- "But you have never found / A way to make the grass mean what you mean"-indicate the futility of these actions. Nature, in its essence, resists our attempts to ascribe it a definitive meaning. The second stanza continues this theme, this time turning our gaze upwards to the sky. Rich writes, "A cloud can be whatever you intend: / Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye." Here, we are again given images of human imagination and ingenuity applying themselves to nature. However, just as before, "But you have never found / A cloud sufficient to express the sky." No matter how poetic or ingenious our interpretations are, they fail to capture the limitless scope of what they aim to represent. The poem shifts tone in its third stanza. "Get out there with your splendid expertise; / Raymond who cuts the meadow does not less." Here, Rich introduces a character, Raymond, who is presumably a groundskeeper or laborer of some sort. This serves to underscore the humility that comes with recognizing one's role as a part of nature rather than its interpreter or conqueror. The stanza ends with an assertion from "inhuman nature," stating that "Inhuman patience is the true success." Nature outlasts all human endeavors, indifferent to our judgments and impervious to our attempts at control. The final stanza offers a conclusion that is both a warning and a wisdom. "Human impatience trips you as you run; / Stand still and you must lie. / It is the grass that cuts the mower down; / It is the cloud that swallows up the sky." Rich suggests that our restlessness, our urge for quick meaning and rapid control, is our downfall. Nature will have its way, cutting down the "mower" who tried to cut it, swallowing the sky that we tried to encapsulate in a single cloud. In "Rural Reflections," Rich crafts a humbling reflection on human limitations in the face of nature's inscrutability. Through a considered blend of symbolic language and straightforward statements, she forces the reader to confront the arrogance of human-centered perspectives, urging a more harmonious, respectful interaction with the world around us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIRL IN A CAGE by CARL SANDBURG HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN JUNIOR YEAR by WILLIAM GRANT BARNEY POEM, ADDRESSED TO COLLECTOR MITCHELL by ROBERT BURNS REMARKS ON DR. MIDDLETON'S EXAMINATION ... USE AND INTENT OF PROPHECY by JOHN BYROM |