"The plumtree is white today/with masses of flowers" (775). This poem makes me depressed. I think it connects to many things that are happening in our world today. So in this poem, there is this woman who has been without a spouse for 35 years. She has a little boy, who seems to be relatively happy, but she is obviously not. At one point, she says she wants to die. But I think it connects to today because of all the women who have lost husbands in Iraq and Afghanistan. I bet that they have children too who don't understand why they are so sad all of the time. The only thing that doesn't make sense is that she's been widowed for 35 years, but still has a son who seems to be young. In any case, the woman is obviously not happy with her life, but goes on for her son.