Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUN IN THE CRADLE OF CORNFIELDS, by PAMELA MCCLURE First Line: His laughter the burning of kindling Subject(s): Farm Life; Fire; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
His laughter the burning of kindling in this dry season, he stands in the bed of the pickup truck, feels the wind and the cool when the road dips and doesn't listen when his friends tilt their mirrors form the sun to see him and he knows what eager birds do when the door is open. He lifts his arms into the science of flight and falls into matchsticks, turning into the that first call, the mother from the door, the mother calling on the third floor son, son saying to the nurses I know he squeezed my hand, I know and he is somewhere ignoring the voice, treading through the snow-dust of scorched July, his shaved head beginning to grow stubble again but he moves out form under the eaves like all children do, forgets the mother's warning, her call and tests the edge of the fire. Is it the sun in the cradle of cornfields, the tassels browning already? And what light, he hits as he rises at sunset, oh bright flame, oh bright flame. Copyright © Pamela McClure. http://www.wlu.edu/~shenando | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS |
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