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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COOLIE IN THE RICE FIELDS, by GLADYS GANE First Line: Rain falls on the rice fields Last Line: In snow-white heaps Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Rain; Rice; Work; Workers | |||
rain falls on the rice fields filling tiny pools that overflow in miniature cataracts of dripping sound the parched dust of the ridges drinks in the living freshness as my greedy eyes drink in the vast world of checkered fields and pearl-gray sky subdued to a oneness of soft light after pitiless glare of famine sun and my thirsty body is cooled the drops running together in tiny streams that run down my bare shoulders my arms and legs it fills my hat of dried straw i pour out the water a libation to you rain gods may rice fill it at harvest in snow-white heaps | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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