The alfalfa was sweet and damp in fields where shepherds lay once and rams strutted and Indians left signs of war. He harnesses the horses drawing the wagon of wheat toward the road, ground froze, an inch of sifting snow around their feet. She forks the hay into the mow, in winter is a hired girl in town and is always tired when she gets up for school. Asleep again between peach rows, drunk at midmorning and something conclusive is needed, a tooth pulled, a fistfight, a girl. Would any god come down from where and end a small war between two walls of bone, brain veering, bucking in fatal velocity? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |