Answer: bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,the emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? who lossened and let down this brutal jaw? whose breath blew out the light within this brain? meaning of this