What I found was a very poignant poem (you can read the full poem here). This stanza in particular caught my attention:
So much is contained within a few verses that I believe I will need to re-read and consider this poem at length over a period of days before I could even begin to comment on the themes/images present. Truly a powerful poem.
My people, I have been somewhere
If I turn here, the rain beats me
If I turn there the sun burns me
The firewood of this world
Is for only those who can take heart
That is why not all can gather it.
The world is not good for anybody
But you are so happy with your fate;
Alas! the travelers are back
All covered with debt.