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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PLOUGHING ON SUNDAY, by WALLACE STEVENS Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The white cock's tail Last Line: The wind pours down Subject(s): Plowing & Plowmen; Sabbath; Sunday | |||
The white cock's tail The white cock's tail Tosses in the wind. Tosses in the wind. The turkey-cock's tail The turkey-cock's tail Glitters in the sun. Glitters in the sun. Water in the fields. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The wind pours down. The feathers flare The feathers flare And bluster in the wind. And bluster in the wind. Remus, blow your horn ! I'm ploughing on Sunday, Remus, blow your horn! Ploughing North America. I'm ploughing on Sunday, Blow your horn! Ploughing North America. Tum-ti-tum, Blow your horn! Ti-tum-tum-tum ! The turkey-cock's tail Tum-ti-tum, Spreads to the sun. Ti-tum-tum-tum! The white cock's tail The turkey-cock's tail Streams to the moon. Spreads to the sun. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The white cock's tail Streams to the moon. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUNDAY: NEW GUINEA by KARL SHAPIRO SABBATHS: 2001 by WENDELL BERRY SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY by PAUL BLACKBURN THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A DISH OF PEACHES IN RUSSIA by WALLACE STEVENS |
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