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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PLOUGHMAN, by MABEL W. PHILLIPS First Line: Spring's tempered sunlight lay across the ground Last Line: But left the pastures of his soul unstirred. Subject(s): Plowing & Plowmen | |||
Spring's tempered sunlight lay across the ground Where he ploughed slowly turning up the clay To meet the all-appraising eyes of day; He furrowed corners, followed round and round, Severed the beams that broke without a sound, Cut through the rainbows, cast their tints away, With little tides of dust turned silvery gray, Himself a shadow to the shadows bound. A woman's form appeared upon the road, Her hands held bread, she smiled a feeble smile, Wistful to win some praise or single word Before retracing her own weary mile; He ploughed the sunlight under, reaped and sowed, But left the pastures of his soul unstirred. | 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 MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES |
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