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Consilience
her lies sing of wheat and honey
and then all turd
a strange rude life there is
among them
Poems on the topic: wheat
Poems on the topic “wheat” on Poets.by.
First blood
blood in the night
they say nothing about it to her
take dinner in a room beset
with delicate pictures
where horses painted
like shelves for war
pass with great calmness
into the devil’s wheat
Twelve Hokku on a Canadian Theme 10
When Loneliness stalked ...
Black panther through gold wheat-fields ...
You used Love’s arrows.
Go, Reaper
Go, reaper,
Speed and reap,
Go take the harvest
Of the plough:
The wheat is standing
Broad and deep,
The barley glumes
Are golden now.
Labour is hard,
But it endures
Like love:
The land is yours:
Go reap the life
It gives you now,
O sunbrowned master
Of the plough!
From a Lincolnshire Farm
Through the sheltering sycamores
Blows the wild wind from the shores,
And the nations of the wheat
Bow and sway before his feet.
Where the far fields fade, and die
In the shining of the sky,
Right across the spacious plain
He is gone, and back again.
He will ruffle, as they browse,
Those old meadow-gods, the cows;
He will toss, like prancing steeds,
All the beanfields and the reeds,
Whilst the scattered clouds on high
Speed like galleons through the sky.
We alone are safe indoors,
Sheltered by the sycamores.
Harvest
They are mowing wheat
Through the heavy days;
Through the silent heat
They are mowing wheat;
Flat fields retreat
Into shrouding haze;
They are mowing wheat
Through the heavy days.
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