Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVESTER'S NOON, by ELEANOR LOVELL CRANE First Line: The dusty monster, noisily digesting the heavy bundles Last Line: And dust and water. Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
The dusty monster, noisily digesting the heavy bundles, Ceases to thunder and shake in the intensity of its labor; Noon has come. The chortling monster stands subdued; Horses, wet with sweat, exhausted, Surround the moss covered tank and drink. Bundle wagons, deserted in the blistering stubble, Swelter in the heat of the August sun. Humans, sweating bodies push towards the shady porch; Pausing by the pump to moisten dusty throats, They brush the chaff from burning necks. The pump yields its precious liquid not without a murmur, Begrudging these tired laborers every drop it gives. They laugh, desert it, and pass on to satisfy their hunger, Reeking with the hot, damp smell of mingled chaff And dust and water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |
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