Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING PLOWING, by BEULAH JACKSON CHARMLEY First Line: I tear a fertile wrinkle in the field Last Line: When all these teeming fields will come to birth. Subject(s): Plowing & Plowmen | ||||||||
I tear a fertile wrinkle in the field Of rotting stubble, with my keen plowshare, That flashes in the sun like polished shield; The while around me grows in April air The pungence of my team, of harness leather, Of acrid soil itself. Against the sky A wedge of northbound ducks predict soft weather (Mallard with head of green, the Golden Eye With snowy bonnet); and a laggard asks For time. The leader sends his wilding call Backward across the budding fields of earth To hearten him and me. I tear the masks Of winter from the land and dream of fall When all these teeming fields will come to birth. | 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 ILLINOIS FARMER by BEULAH JACKSON CHARMLEY |
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