Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SCARECROW, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: All winter through I bow my head Last Line: For harvest once again. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter Subject(s): Scarecrows | ||||||||
All winter through I bow my head Beneath the driving rain; The North Wind powders me with snow And blows me black again; At midnight in a maze of stars I flame with glittering rime, And stand, above the stubble, stiff As mail at morning-prime. But when that child, called Spring, and all His host of children, come, Scattering their buds and dew upon These acres of my home, Some rapture in my rags awakes; I lift void eyes and scan The skies for crows, those ravening foes, Of my strange master, Man. I watch him striding lank behind His clashing team, and know Soon will the wheat swish body high Where once lay sterile snow; Soon shall I gaze across a sea Of sun-begotten grain, Which my unflinching watch hath sealed For harvest once again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANNY'S SCARECROW by ANNE STEVENSON THE SCARECROW by ANDREW YOUNG (1885-1971) SCARECROW by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN LEDA AND THE SCARECROW by GARRETT OPPENHEIM THE SCARECROW by JOSEPH MARIE SOULARY MUSINGS ON THE WIG OF A SCARE-CROW by ROBERT SOUTHEY TO A SCARECROW, OR MALKIN, LEFT LONG AFTER HARVEST by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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