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Famous Harvesting Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Harvesting poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous harvesting poems. These examples illustrate what a famous harvesting poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...The sun hath shed its kindly light,
Our harvesting is gladly o'er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
From pestilence, fire, flood, and sword
We have been spared by thy decree,
And now with humble hearts, O Lord,
We come to pay our thanks to thee.
We feel that had our merits been
The measure of thy gifts to us,
We erring children, born of sin,
M...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...e crow, 
Once again the fields we mow 
And gather in the aftermath. 
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers 
Is this harvesting of ours; 
Not the upland clover bloom; 
But the rowen mixed with weeds, 
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, 
Where the poppy drops its seeds 
In the silence and the gloom....Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...AS I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, 
Or the sower sowing in the fields—or the harvester harvesting, 
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies: 
(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)...Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...shall flush with poppy-fields in bloom, 
And Autumn yellow with maturing vines. 

There the grape-pickers at their harvesting 
Shall lightly tread and load their wicker trays, 
Blessing his memory as they toil and sing 
In the slant sunshine of October days. . . . 

I love to think that if my blood should be 
So privileged to sink where his has sunk, 
I shall not pass from Earth entirely, 
But when the banquet rings, when healths are drunk, 

And faces th...Read more of this...

by García Lorca, Federico
...
leave the balcony open.

The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die,
leave the balcony open!...Read more of this...



by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...led.

And who knows all knows everything 
That a patient ghost at last retrieves; 
There's more to be known of his harvesting 
When Time the thresher unbinds the sheaves; 
And there's more to be heard than a wind that grieves 
For Briony now in this ageless oak, 
Driving the first of its withered leaves 
Over the stones where the fountain broke....Read more of this...

by Toomer, Jean
...ste to it. 
My throat is dry... 

O my brothers, I beat my palms, still soft, against the stubble of my harvesting. (You beat your soft palms, too.) My pain is sweet. Sweeter than the oats or wheat or corn. It will not bring me knowledge of my hunger....Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...odlike exercise
Of influence benign on planets pale,
Of admonitions to the winds and seas,
Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting,
And all those acts which Deity supreme
Doth ease its heart of love in.---I am gone
Away from my own bosom: I have left
My strong identity, my real self,
Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit
Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search!
Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round
Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of li...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...th 
Of which they are, as I suppose, the flower—
Not given to know the riper fruit that waits 
For a more comprehensive harvesting. 

Yes, may they come, and soon. Again I say, 
May they come soon!—before too many of them 
Shall be the bloody cost of our defection.
When hell waits on the dawn of a new state, 
Better it were that hell should not wait long,— 
Or so it is I see it who should see 
As far or farther into time tonight 
Than they who talk and tremble for...Read more of this...

by Allingham, William
...the peasant sees 
His cot and stockyard, with the homestead trees, 
Islanded; but no foolish terror thrills
His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease....Read more of this...

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...the manifold multiform flower,
And the least among these, and the chief,
As an ear in the red-ripe sheaf
Stored for the harvesting hour.

"O spirit of man, most holy,
The measure of things and the root,
In our summers and winters a lowly
Seed, putting forth of them slowly
Thy supreme blossom and fruit;

"In thy sacred and perfect year,
The souls that were parcel of thee
In the labour and life of us here
Shall be rays of thy sovereign sphere,
Springs of thy motion shall be...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...
October 

My ornaments are fruits; my garments leaves, 
Woven like cloth of gold, and crimson dyed; 
I do no boast the harvesting of sheaves, 
O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I preside. 
Though on the frigid Scorpion I ride, 
The dreamy air is full, and overflows 
With tender memories of the summer-tide, 
And mingled voices of the doves and crows. 

November

The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I, 
Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace; 
With sounding hoofs across the ea...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...THE FOUL-FIEND'S OX-GOAD,
SCREAMING TO THE WEST COAST, SCREAMING TO THE EAST,
CARRY OFF A HARVEST, BRING BACK A FEAST,
HARVESTING MACHINERY AND HARNESS FOR THE BEAST. 
THE HAND-CARS WHIZ, AND RATTLE ON THE RAILS,
THE SUNLIGHT FLASHES ON THE TIN DINNER-PAILS.

And then, in an instant,
Ye modern men, 
Behold the procession once again, 
Listen to the iron-horns, ripping, racking, 
Listen to the wise -horn, desperate-to-advise horn, 
Listen to the fast -horn, kill -horn,...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
....” 

“The days will go, the years will go, 
And many a song be sung, we know,” 
Said Oliver; “and if there be 
Good harvesting for you and me, 
Who cares if we sing loud or low?” 

They planted once, and twice, and thrice, 
Like amateurs in paradise; 
And every spring, fond, foiled, elate, 
Said Oakes, “We are in tune with Fate: 
One season longer will suffice.”

Year after year ’twas all the same: 
With none to envy, none to blame, 
They lived along in innocence, 
No...Read more of this...

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