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The Harvest Bow
Transcript of The Harvest Bow
As you plaited the harvest bow
You implicated the mellowed silence in you
In wheat that does not rust
But brightens as it tightens twist by twist
Into a knowable corona,
A throwaway love-know of straw.
Hands that aged round ash plants and cane sticks
And lapped the spurs on a lifetime of gamecocks
Harked to their gift and worked with fine intent
Until your fingers moved somnambulant:
I tell and finger it like braille,
Gleaning the unsaid off the palpable,
And if I spy into its golden loops
I see us walk between the railway slopes
Into an evening of long grass and midges,
Blue smoke straight up, old beds and ploughs in hedges,
An auction notice on an outhouse wall--
You with a harvest bow in your lapel,
by Seamus Heaney
The Harvest Bow
elegy- a mournful, melancholy, or plaintive poem
ex. funeral song or a lament for the deceased
caesura- a pause in a line of poetry
end stop- a pause at the end of a line
enjambment- a sentence that runs two or more lines without stopping
"Articles: Poetic Devices-- Punctuate the End." BrigitsFlame.com.
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Yeats, William B. "4. To a Wealthy Man. Yeats, W. B. 1916.
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Me with the fishing rod, already homesick
For the big lift of these evenings, as your stick
Whacking the tip off weeds and bushes
Beats out of time, and beats, but flushes
Nothing: that original townland
Still tongue-tied in the straw tied by your hand.
The end of art is peace
Could be the motto of this frail device
That have pinned up on our deal dresser--
Like a drawn snare
Slipped lately by the spirit of the corn
Yet burnished by its passage, and still warm.