Endlessly hoeing <br />The drab rows <br />Of my garden, <br />I suddenly <br />Turn up <br />The Sun! <br /> <br />It was buried <br />There all along. <br />Its light breaks out. <br />I'm blinded! <br /> <br />I can't remember <br />Which was ground, <br />Which was sky, <br />What was garden <br /> <br />And where he <br />Ended and began, <br />That poor fellow <br />With the hoe!<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-comes-up/
