If You Can

Countryman, tell me if you can
When your fist rounds the tender corn
And shakes the minerals of the grain
If man can live by bread alone

For I have loved

Fisherman, tell me if you can
When your scarred, glinting catch is slain
And pitted on the rock, if then
The diamonds of the sea are torn

For I have loved, but not loved well

Physician, tell me if you can
When you part wires in the skin
And open up the bank of bone
Is the blood sea, or is it sun?

For I have loved, but not loved well
And cannot tell

And you I walk on, if you can
Tell me if you are snow or moon
Or rise by some invention
Into a garden out of stone

For I have loved, but not loved well
And cannot tell if I have loved at all