Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

3 Comments

  1. subrata ray says:

    The traditional pangs , whining , and lament , echo in a new reflector .Old wine in a new bottle , as fashions in life get replaced with time .We have nothing but , standing ,walking , bending , bedding and dying .

  2. s.m.hashem says:

    You have made the poem win the laurel you deserve,we wait until tomorrow to see if you are there again with some new song

  3. Viddy says:

    i liked this poem. u get powerful images of the soft, swaying barley, and the last stanza is quite inspiring. short and quant. 4/5

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