Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST SONG, by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY Poet's Biography First Line: Sickles sound / on the ground Last Line: Home they go, yo ho! Subject(s): Harvest; Nature | ||||||||
SICKLES sound; On the ground Fast the ripe ears fall; Every maiden's bonnet Has blue blossoms on it: Joy is over all. Sickles ring, Maidens sing To the sickle's sound; Till the moon is beaming, And the stubble gleaming, Harvest songs go round. All are springing, All are singing, Every lisping thing, Man and master meet, From one dish they eat; Each is now a king. Hans and Michael Whet the sickle, Piping merrily. Now they mow; each maiden Soon with sheaves is laden, Busy as a bee. Now the blisses, And the kisses! Now the wit doth flow Till the beer is out; Then, with song and shout, Home they go, yo ho! | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE GENTLE POET KOBAYASHI ISSA by ROBERT HASS INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN |
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