Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST OF TIME, by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER Poet's Biography First Line: Time winnows beauty with a fiery wind Last Line: O, speed the blown chaff down the smoking sky! Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
Time winnows beauty with a fiery wind, Driving the dead chaff from the living grain. Some day there will be golden sheaves to bind; There will be wonder in the world again. There will be lonely phrases born to power, There will be words immortal and profound; Though no man knows the coming of the hour, And no man knows the sower or the ground. It may be even now the ranging earth Lifting to glory some forgotten land Feels there deep beauty quickening to birth, Sprung from the sowing of a hidden hand. Beauty endures though towering empires die. O, speed the blown chaff down the smoking sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND FACES by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER |
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