Explanation of Petit the Poet from Spoon River Antholoogy?

Here is the poem by Edgar Lee Masters, and I need an explanation. I actually have to act this out.

Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,

Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--

Faint iambics the the full breeze wakens--

But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.

Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,

Ballades by the score with the same old thought:

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanised;

And what is love but a rose that fades?

Life all around me here in the village:

Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,

Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--

All in the loom, and oh what patterns!

Woodlands, meadows, streams, and rivers-

Blind to all of it all my life long.

Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,

Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,

Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,

While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?

Explanation of Petit the Poet from Spoon River Antholoogy?city opera

It's the beginning arising of his poetry - the seeds in the dry pod part.

He lives in the great poets and visions they evoke, but his own poetry is just starting to arise from the seeds.

Explanation of Petit the Poet from Spoon River Antholoogy?performing shows opera theater

you love nature, and you love poetry, but you feel like maybe you missed out on so much of life by writing all time.

And maybe you feel like you wrote the same old stuff your whole life, because you missed out on really living it.