Ploughing On Sunday

Wallace StevensWallace Stevens

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The white ****'s tail
Tosses in the wind.
The turkey-****'s tail
Glitters in the sun.Water in the fields.
The wind pours down.
The feathers flare
And bluster in the wind.Remus, blow your horn!
I'm ploughing on Sunday,
Ploughing North America.
Blow your horn!Tum-ti-tum,
Ti-tum-tum-tum!
The turkey-****'s tail
Spreads to the sun.The white ****'s tail
Streams to the moon.
Water in the fields.
The wind pours down.
Wallace Stevens
About the poet

Wallace Stevens

1879 - 1955/Male/AmericanA Modernist poet whose meditative and philosophical poems' moods rotate between ecstasy, apathy, and reluctance between ecstasy and apathy. (wikipedia)

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