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Poem by Gordon Bottomley

The Ploughman

UNDER the long fell's stony eaves
The ploughman, going up and down,
Ridge after ridge man's tide-mark leaves,
And turns the hard grey soil to brown.

Striding, he measures out the earth
In lines of life, to rain and sun;
And every year that comes to birth
Sees him still striding on and on.

The seasons change, and then return;
Yet still, in blind, unsparing ways,
However I may shrink or yearn,
The ploughman measures out my days.

His acre brought forth roots last year;
This year it bears the gleamy grain;
Next spring shall seedling grass appear:
Then roots and corn and grass again.

Five times the young corn's pallid green
I have seen spread and change and thrill;
Five times the reapers I have seen
Go creeping up the far-off hill.

And, as the unknowing ploughman climbs
Slowly and inveterately,
I wonder long how many times
The corn will spring again for me. 

Gordon Bottomley

Gordon Bottomley's other poems:
  1. To Iron-Founders and Others
  2. The End of the World
  3. Atlantis
  4. Elegiac Mood

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Robert Burns The Ploughman ("THE ploughman heТs a bonnie lad")

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