Strange Meetings By Harold Mono If suddenly a clod¹ of earth should rise, And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love, How one would tremble, and in what surprise Gasp: "Can you move?" I see men walking, and I always feel: "Earth! How have you done this? What can you be?" I can't learn how to know men, or conceal² How strange they are to me. What is this poem about?