Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST-HOME, by JOHN MCCLURE First Line: The moon was curving like a sickle Last Line: To tell her that his heart was broken. Subject(s): Harvest; Home; Love - Loss Of | ||||||||
The moon was curving like a sickle Against the grain, to cut it down, When Thomas learned his love was fickle -- And Thomas, not the grain, was mown. Gay Thomas, with the welkin crashing, Went down like barley in his pain: Gay Thomas saw the sickle flashing, Gay Thomas knew the grief of grain. Cut down when full to over flowing, He knew the agony of wheat, And harvest-home was bitter going For Thomas at his sweetheart's feet. But Thomas, stricken like the barley, Seeing her laughter, filled his lungs With bitter moonshine and rose squarely, Dowered with the gift of tongues. And every phrase was ever sour And all harsh words were ever spoken Gay Thomas uttered in that hour To tell her that his heart was broken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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