This is a poem about a young boy who using a buzz saw who becomes distracted with the thought of dinner and cuts his hand. Later when the doctor arives, the boy slowly dies. The buz-saw snarling and rattling in the yard is the sound the saw makes when the boy is cutting what im assuming is a blossoming tree. Also note the words snarling and rattling bring a sort of dangerous association to the saw. I think it's a blossoming tree because it says when the breeze draws accorss it it was very sweet scented. The scene is in Vermont with 5 large mountains in the back ground and the sun setting. I found it very interesting how the sun was setting, light converting to darkness as a symbol when the boy cuts his hand off. The saw ran light and heavy, through thick cuts of wood and thin cuts and then it says that nothing happened: day was all but done. This probably meant that the boy wasn't getting all to much accomplished. "Call it a day, I wish they might have said." The author wanted to see the boy get a half an hour off work because this poem is written in hind sight. The author knows what is going to happen and is looking back and now wishes he had the ½ hour off from work to prevent this accident. The boys sister calls supper, and the boy haphazardly lets go of the saw and neither the boys hand nor the saw refused the meeting. (He cut his hand). His first reactoin was to hold it up for everyone to see and to keep the blood from spilling out. At that moment he knew he should not have been doing a man's work while still a boy at heart. HE tells his sister to not let the doctor cut his hand off, but the hand was so irreversibly damaged, the doctor had to. He put him under ether, a local anesthetic, and the boy died slowly as a result. The last lines are very morbid, since it wasn't them, the returned to their affairs. Pretty sick.
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