Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.
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I've read this only once I think. I didn't remember it much. So reading it now is as if I'm reading it for the first time. I think the way she has described the mushrooms is just amazing. Her ability to take such trivial everyday objects and use them as a metaphor to describe herself or her life is just brilliant.
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Hello people,i read the poem mushrooms but i don't really understand everything.I want to analyse it and interpret it.
I have a lot problmes to do it.
Can u help me? Please rewrite me very soon,maybe tomorow or thursday?
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