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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THRESHING MACHINE, by ALICE MEYNELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: No 'fan is in his hand' for these Last Line: I knew the brain of hercules. Alternate Author Name(s): Meynell, Wilfrid, Mrs.; Thompson, Alice Christina Subject(s): Threshing Machines | |||
NO "fan is in his hand" for these Young villagers beneath the trees, Watching the wheels. But I recall The rhythm of rods that rise and fall, Purging the harvest, over-seas. No fan, no flail, no threshing-floor! And all their symbols evermore Forgone in England now -- the sign, The visible pledge, the threat divine, The chaff dispersed, the wheat in store. The unbreathing engine marks no tune, Steady at sunrise, steady at noon, Inhuman, perfect, saving time, And saving measure, and saving rhyme -- And did our Ruskin speak too soon? "No noble strength on earth" he sees "Save Hercules' arm"; his grave decrees Curse wheel and steam. As the wheels ran I saw the other strength of man, I knew the brain of Hercules. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRESHING MACHINE by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL |
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