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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OATS WILD TURN MILD, by THRALL BUELL First Line: I think of my life as a planting Last Line: Last night I held my child. | |||
I think of my life as a planting, A sowing of seeds more or less; Some have yielded fine foliage, Others mere pottage -- a mess. I have also sown many an oat crop, The variety well known as wild, But those days are gone forever -- Last night I held my child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT; AN ALLEGORICAL ROMANCE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 30. AL-HADIL by EDWIN ARNOLD LIGHTNING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE DEATH OF SMET-SMET, THE HIPPOTAMUS-GODDESS by RUPERT BROOKE |
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