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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORLD-MILLER, by FRANCES BARBER First Line: Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge Last Line: More cruel his wheel's divesting! | |||
Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge, Wearied enough for such dragging! I need not be fastened by rod or wedge More than bale-filled bagging. More than a meal-sack you throw across Your wagon after the milling; Just as clumsy a weight to toss And the bundle compact from spilling, Save that the grain leaves a trail of dust Which yellows your sleeve and your fingers; But, however you handle, wherever you thrust, No spark of my being lingers. Both from the miller's and freed from grist -- A bag and a body resting -- But the world was a stricter exorcist, More cruel his wheel's divesting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS (THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS |
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