Raymond Knister

(27 May 1899 – 29 Aug 1932 / Canada)

Plowman's Song - Poem by Raymond Knister

Turn under, plow,
My trouble;
Turn under griefs
And stubble.

Turn mouse's nest,
Gnawing years;
Old roots up
For new love's tears.

Turn, plow, the clods
For new thunder.
Turn under, plow,
Turn under.

Comments about Plowman's Song by Raymond Knister

  • Gold Star - 17,440 Points Terry Craddock (9/24/2015 10:27:00 PM)

    'Turn under, plow,
    My trouble;
    Turn under griefs
    And stubble.'

    what wonderful lines, loved them, so much wisdom stems from watching listening interacting with nature, when time accumulated in nature sows wisdom seeds (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 826 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (6/4/2014 7:42:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Don't know if the poet meant stumble instead of stubble on the last line of the 1st stanza. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,082 Points Michelle Claus (6/4/2014 2:33:00 PM)

    Succinct, sincere... we all feel this way at times. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Friday, June 1, 2012

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