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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST, by EVA K. ANGLESBURG First Line: Summer, the alchemist, achieves once more Last Line: Must blossom swiftly with great shocks of grain. Subject(s): Fields; Harvest; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | |||
Summer, the alchemist, achieves once more An ancient miracle. Soft breezes wave Vast seas of golden grain whose billows lave The far horizon till that shimmering shore Of heaven seems gilded. Sea-blue skies, that soar Above this gleaming world, rest eyes that crave Relief from those too glittering fields which pave The level prairie's checkered, golden floor. Come clicking reapers, hissing sickle bars, The shouts of wearied men, lashes that sting Poor patient beasts; then come the first faint stars— And one day's toil is ended. Wheat, the king, Is a harsh master, but the mighty plain Must blossom swiftly with great shocks of grain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |
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