Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAYING, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: A rustic idyl of the ardent days Last Line: And all its face is odorous again. Subject(s): Fields; Grass; Summer; Sun; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
A RUSTIC idyl of the ardent days In middle summer. When the sun is new The scythes go swishing all the wet grass through, Making a music down in the meadow ways; And as the noon draws on, in fields ablaze With heat, the rows are gathered trig and true, To simmer there beneath the cloudless blue, And spill keen fragrance. In the twilight haze, Behold! the high-piled wain along the road Creaks cumbrously, the hayers spent and brown Seated a-top -- so huge their precious load They brush the bushes, well-nigh topple down; The field stands stripped -- a gust of evening rain, And all its face is odorous again. | 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 BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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