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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEHIND THE PLOUGH, by JAMES HENRY COUSINS First Line: Black wings and white in the hollow Last Line: Where god the ploughman ploughs. | |||
BLACK wings and white in the hollow Follow the track of the team, While the sun from the noon declining Is shining on toil-wet brows. Birds of the mountain and sea-birds Circle and swoop and scream, Searching for spoils of the furrow Where slowly the ploughman ploughs. Make me room, O birds! I am sweeping From the Boughs of Sleeping afar; I have winged thro' the mists of the ages, Where sages drone and drowse; I follow the feet of the Horses That drag the Morning Star, To search in the spoils of the furrow, Where God the Ploughman ploughs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELL-BRANCH by JAMES HENRY COUSINS THE COMING OF NIAMH by JAMES HENRY COUSINS THE WINGS OF LOVE by JAMES HENRY COUSINS CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM SONNET: 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON THE WATERFRONT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MONT DE CASSEL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GRISELDA: CHAPTER 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 46. FAREWELL TO JULIET (8) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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