The English girl is being sick in the bushes, helped by the Frenchman. The American couple are identifying wildflowers. Our guide is dozing off last night's twenty pipes. Two pigs squeal in their pen and the only inhabitant of this abandoned village comes singing through his nose with a pail full of corn cobs followed by two blue-eyed kittens. The jungle's green silence reoccupies paths where human voices called each other's names. Over tattered palm-frond roofs, over low crests of hills that subside to the plain's green patchwork of paddies, sitting on a tree stump, I look out to hills that answer like an echo these I sit among and, I suppose, that is all I really want, the only form of E = mc2 I understand - file after ragged file of silhouettes, misty recessions into endless distance - that there always be other hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG |