Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CORN HUSKER, by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON

Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
THE CORN HUSKER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Hard by the indian lodges, where the bush
Last Line: Like the dead husks that rustle through her hands.
Alternate Author Name(s): Tekahionwake
Subject(s): Corn; Injustice; Labor & Laborers; Metaphor; Native Americans; Weariness; Work; Workers; Similes; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America; Fatigue

HARD by the Indian lodges, where the bush
Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields,
She comes to labour, when the first still hush
Of autumn follows large and recent yields.

Age in her fingers, hunger in her face,
Her shoulders stooped with weight of work and years,
But rich in tawny colouring of her race,
She comes a-field to strip the purple ears.

And all her thoughts are with the days gone by,
Ere might's injustice banished from their lands
Her people, that to-day unheeded lie,
Like the dead husks that rustle through her hands.

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net