And one by one,
Out of the dazzled shadow in the room
The shapes would gather, the brown plowshare, spades,
Mattocks, the polished helves of picks, a scythe
Hung from the rafters, shovels, slender tines
Glinting across the curve of sickles — shapes
Older than men were, the wise tools, the iron
Friendly with earth. And sit there quiet breathing
The harsh dry smell of withered bulbs, the faint
Odor of dung, the silence
QUESTION 3 DOK 3 1 points
There are three senses that are called upon in the last three lines. Can you identify and list them? Describe
The three senses called upon in the last three lines are:
1) Smell: The harsh dry smell of withered bulbs.
2) Smell: The faint odor of dung.
3) Hearing: The silence.