What has gotten into the bus driver
Who has left his bus, who has sat down
On a curb on the Place de l'Opéra
Where he slips into the ease of being
Nothing more than his own tears? The passers-by
Who bend over such a shared and
Presentable sorrow would like him
To tell them that the wind used to know
How to come out of the woods towards a woman's dress,
Or that one day his brother said to him
Even your shadow wants nothing to do with you.
His feet in a puddle, the bus driver
Can only repeat This work is hard
And people aren't kind.
Marilyn Hacker's the bus driver, seems depressing it walks about a bus driver that is on a curve that is having a bad day. he is sad becaue of how hard it is to be a driver. the imagery is that the bus driver doesn't feel like people doesn't appreciate what he does. Then he runs to sit on a curb and cry his eyes out. He gets frustrated about how hard is job is and he thinks people don't care about him.
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