Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT IT TAKES, by DOROTHY F. RAND First Line: Here lies the harvest at your feet Last Line: Ripe proof of friendly service through the year. Subject(s): Fields; Harvest; Wheat; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
Here lies the harvest at your feet All the past seasons' joys and tears Piled in one sack together, tares and wheat, Presented to the threshing-flail of years. Yours to do with as you will. Now at your mandate strife may cease. Each day this new year let us fill With deeds of good and words of peace, Young days in which to sow anew the field, Each month to tend the bud, the bloom, the ear, At last to help the harvest to the sickle yield, Ripe proof of friendly service through the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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