Fall work almost done . . . Plowing finished and now only The butchering still to do. All summer, from the distant house, I heard A slow grindstone, singing, Where someone was sharpening the knives. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |