Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO A PLOW-WOMAN OF NORWAY, by MARGARET TOD RITTER
First Line: Deep-bosomed, stalwart-limbed, superbly made
Last Line: She lifts a brief intoxicated glance.
Subject(s): Farm Life; Women; Agriculture; Farmers
Deep-bosomed, stalwart-limbed, superbly made,
Unconscious of her power and her grace,
Accustomed to the blowzy wind's embrace,
Magnificent, unlettered, unafraid.
She guides her course past interlacing streams
Striding the fields behind her ancient plough,
Or halts beneath some blossoming, frail bough
To rest her beast and give herself to dreams.
Her eyes survey the road, the moor, the peat,
With wide, untroubled gaze, she plays no part,
No joys rise up to suffocate her heart
Because a smile falls lightly at her feet.
To one who comes for her at dusk, perchance,
She lifts a brief intoxicated glance.
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