Collins inserts a different poetic device in the transition to the final stanza. Without even starting a new sentence, the poem shifts back into reality, describing the sound of the shovel, the auditory imagery reverberating. Although the “small plants [sing]/with lifted faces,” Reality takes definite control of the poems finale. The final line of “Picnic, Lightning” culminates with, “as one hour sweeps into the next.” Yes, the gardening man is capable of dreaming of absurd situations, but the certainty of the “click/ of the sundial” cannot be halted. Despite this, the poem ends with an arguably hopeful tone, adding more contrast from the initial quote about
Collins inserts a different poetic device in the transition to the final stanza. Without even starting a new sentence, the poem shifts back into reality, describing the sound of the shovel, the auditory imagery reverberating. Although the “small plants [sing]/with lifted faces,” Reality takes definite control of the poems finale. The final line of “Picnic, Lightning” culminates with, “as one hour sweeps into the next.” Yes, the gardening man is capable of dreaming of absurd situations, but the certainty of the “click/ of the sundial” cannot be halted. Despite this, the poem ends with an arguably hopeful tone, adding more contrast from the initial quote about