Question

in a world of possessions. People will take

Balls, balls will be lost always, little boy.

And no one buys a ball back. Money is external.

He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes,

The epistemology of loss, how to stand up

Knowing what every man must one day know

And most know many days, how to stand up

And gradually light returns to the street,

A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight.

Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark

Floor of the harbour. I am everywhere,

I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move

With all that move me, under the water

Or whistling, I am not a little boy.

Questions:

1) What do you understand by “the epistemology of loss”?

2) Do you agree with the poet on not buying another ball?

3) What do you understand by “In the world of possession”?​

Answer 1

Answer:

A whistle blows, the sleth is out of sight.