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Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон)


The Indian Corn Planter


HE needs must leave the trapping and the chase,
  For mating game his arrows ne'er despoil,
And from the hunter's heaven turn his face,
  To wring some promise from the dormant soil.

He needs must leave the lodge that wintered him,
  The enervating fires, the blanket bed--
The women's dulcet voices, for the grim
  Realities of labouring for bread.

So goes he forth beneath the planter's moon
  With sack of seed that pledges large increase,
His simple pagan faith knows night and noon,
  Heat, cold, seedtime and harvest shall not cease.

And yielding to his needs, this honest sod,
  Brown as the hand that tills it, moist with rain,
Teeming with ripe fulfillment, true as God,
  With fostering richness, mothers every grain. 



Emily Pauline Johnson's other poems:
  1. Marshlands
  2. На озере ЭриErie Waters
  3. Shadow River


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