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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORLD-MILLER, by FRANCES BARBER First Line: Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge Last Line: More cruel his wheel's divesting! | |||
Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge, Wearied enough for such dragging! I need not be fastened by rod or wedge More than bale-filled bagging. More than a meal-sack you throw across Your wagon after the milling; Just as clumsy a weight to toss And the bundle compact from spilling, Save that the grain leaves a trail of dust Which yellows your sleeve and your fingers; But, however you handle, wherever you thrust, No spark of my being lingers. Both from the miller's and freed from grist -- A bag and a body resting -- But the world was a stricter exorcist, More cruel his wheel's divesting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PSALM 17. EXAUDI DOMINE JUSTITIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FINE LADY'S LIFE by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 7 by BLISS CARMAN THE SHOE-SHINE SPREE by NATHALIA CRANE |
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