Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVESTERS, by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS First Line: There will be nothing - not the light dust Last Line: Weightless as dream, from field on darkened field. Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
There will be nothing -- not the light dust stirred Into the semblance of their wistful feet; No rumorous tale the dawn wind overheard Of shapes that moved among dim sheaves of wheat -- There will be nothing, when the husbandmen Return, to hint of such as come to keep Tryst with old dreams in summer fields again, Remembering harvests that were theirs to reap. And they who till these acres have no way Of knowing how precarious and frail Is tenure that at any twilight may Revert to ghostly claimants, by entail; Nor how, at harvest-time, these take a yield, Weightless as dream, from field on darkened field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS IN AUTUMN TONES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |
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