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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYCLE, by ELIZABETH MAYER First Line: Fertile the field Last Line: White the bread. | |||
Fertile the field Where blood was shed; Tall the grain In the warrior's bed; On the war-lord's table White the bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE LOVE TO SUFFER by ELIZABETH MAYER THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DESERT DISILLUSION by BERTON BRALEY MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE HALL by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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