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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FALL PLOWING, by EVA K. ANGLESBURG First Line: Fades indian summer's brief, bright interlude Last Line: Grim relics that are withered, bleached and gray. Subject(s): Indian Summer; Plowing & Plowmen | |||
Fades Indian Summer's brief, bright interlude. Long, penciled lines of wild geese southward fly. Stripped of their golden splendors, stark fields lie Despoiled, and desolate. Bleak thoughts intrude In this dark, dismal season so imbued With grim reminders that all things must die, For snow has not yet come to typify The promise of a life, cleansed and renewed. Hoarse winds, with wearied voices, sob and moan An endless requiem. The gray skies weep For summer and for beauty that has flown. Across the great, drab plains the plowshares creep. They leave broad mourning bands and hide away Grim relics that are withered, bleached and gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILVER PLOUGH-BOY by WALLACE STEVENS TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM PLOUGHING THE ROUGHLANDS by HELEN DUNMORE THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |
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