In the Microscope (Miroslav Holub)

Here too are dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses
tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters
who lay down their lives
for a song.
Here too are cemeteries,
fame and snow.
And I hear murmuring,
the revolt of immense estates.

Discussion Questions:

1. Is Holub’s metaphor convincing? What key phrases and words elicit a feeling of humanity?
2. Reread Holub’s poem while observing a slide of cells under them microscope. Does this view change your perspective
of the poem?

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