Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right, In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses Blaze up into golden stones. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life.
this whole poem highlights the important themes of the cycle of life while appreciating the cycle of a day. The last line of the poem makes it seem as if the whole poem was the speakers life, and at the end he says that it is "wasted" which could mean his whole life/day was spent observing rather than living, however I think it actually means that you have not lived if you are not appreciating nature which evokes appreciation for life. Nature is the root of all life... it is often forgotten since humans have declared the world theirs, but the cycle of life is like the cycle of the day, sun goes up...sun goes down, everything depends on nature... the only ones refusing or denying are humans who are unbothered by natures control over ALL lives.