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Poet: Stephen Crane (Stephen Crane Art)
Poem: 55.
A man toiled on a burning road
Volume: The Black Riders & Other Lines
Year: Published/Written in 1905
Comment 3 of 3, added on January 13th, 2009 at 8:30 PM.
The ass mocks him. The stupid ass grazes on his grass in his thoughtless survival. While the man is tortured by his determination and his inability to succeed without labor. He simply can't stop thinking. While the ass eats his fill without care.
Dan O from United States
Comment 2 of 3, added on December 20th, 2008 at 10:38 PM.
I keep thinking that this man on the burning road is work-weary. He struggles and works to survive. When he sees this stupid ass in the green place he gets angry and says that the ass should be on the burning road. Perhaps the Ass should get out and work, but the man should also go to the green place. I think this is about balance. The man on the burning road will not go to the green place because he does not want to be like the grinning ass, though if he were to go he could probably appreciate it more than the ass. The ass on the other hand is grinning at this tired man and seems to not grasp how wonderful of a place he is in. Perhaps in the end life should be a balance between the burning road and the green place.
Fiona from Canada
Comment 1 of 3, added on August 12th, 2005 at 10:08 AM.
A dusty road comes to my mind, with a dusty man in tattered clothes doing some work. He is so hot and thirsty, and dirty from the dry air. His head is dry and he looks up and sees this fat, stupid ass grinning at him from the green place. He must feel what a lazy animal is this ass. Just sitting there. Look at me, he thinks, I work so hard and you are so lazy. Do not be satisfied with your easy life, "it will not suffice you." Get up and work hard like me, toil on this burning road.
Sean Irving from Canada
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The ass mocks him. The stupid ass grazes on his grass in his thoughtless survival. While the man is tortured by his determination and his inability to succeed without labor. He simply can't stop thinking. While the ass eats his fill without care.
Dan O from United States