Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME, by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB First Line: Not for the last time be our england filled Last Line: "god bless friend hodge,"" they say; ""his gear be sped!" Subject(s): Airports; England - Social Life & Customs; Farm Life; Harvest; Old Age; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
Not for the last time be our England filled With golden grain crops, every acre tilled; Not for the last time if we are wise; yet I Draw no good omen from the noisy sky. I know the wherefore of the aircraft's roaring. But it brings little for our homely storing; Nor do content and comfort come more near When in one day we vault the hemisphere. That aerodromewhich I remember well As a snug farm and richly arable That aerodrome's a symptom, whence the sage Can read the science sickness of the age. "Nay, a new age, and 'other palms are won.'" Old I forgot that, sitting in the sun. But this I know: when cities cry for bread, "God bless friend Hodge," they say; "his gear be sped!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD AMONG THE LAKES by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN EPITAPH (AFTER THE GREEK EPIGRAMS) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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