Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MILLS OF DESTINY, by EVA K. ANGLESBURG First Line: In all the granaries throughout the land Last Line: By which the prairie winnows out its own. Subject(s): Mills & Millers | ||||||||
In all the granaries throughout the land The fanning mills chirr softly, sifting grain, Cleaning the seed to make a rugged stand; So Fate is doing here on this broad plain. In lands beyond the sea her sieves are swords But here a giant mill, whose sieves are storm And drouth and scorching winds and insect hordes, Has had the task of winnowing to perform. A new age dawns, a stern demanding age Requiring men and nations which are strong. By war and pestilence and Nature's rage, Fate has been choosing those who shall belong. Close are the meshes as bleak years have shown, By which the prairie winnows out its own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |
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