Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POPPIES IN THE WHEAT, by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON Poet's Biography First Line: Along ancona's hills the shimmering heat Last Line: Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat. Alternate Author Name(s): H. H.; Holm, Saxe; Jackson, Helen Hunt Variant Title(s): Poppies On The Wheat Subject(s): Farm Life; Poppies; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
ALONG Ancona's hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air, with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro To mark the shore. The farmer does not know That they are there. He walks with heavy feet, Counting the bread and wine by autumn's gain, But I, -- I smile to think that days remain Perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet No more, and red wine warm my blood in vain, I shall be glad remembering how the fleet, Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON |
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