This poem descries a cellar that seems like a dark and dreary place. The cellar is described as dank as a ditch. There are shoots just dangling on mildewed crates not to mention that it also stinks. Everything thing you can think of not wanting to put together is in that cellar. Throughout all of this the place is describes as a place where nothing would give up life even the dirt. While someone may see this place as the worst place in the world it is a place full of life were everything no matter how ugly or unattractive something is it continues to yearn for life.
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