I Am The Reaper Poem by William Ernest Henley
I Am The Reaper
I am the Reaper.
All things with heedful hook
Silent I gather.
Pale roses touched with the spring,
Tall corn in summer,
Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms—
Reaping, still reaping—
All things with heedful hook
Timely I gather.
I am the Sower.
All the unbodied life
Runs through my seed-sheet.
Atom with atom wed,
Each quickening the other,
Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.
Ceaselessly sowing,
Life, incorruptible life,
Flows from my seed-sheet.
Maker and breaker,
I am the ebb and the flood,
Here and Hereafter,
Sped through the tangle and coil
Of infinite nature,
Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.
Taker and giver,
I am the womb and the grave,
The Now and the Ever
This poem has special meaning to me! It is a beautiful poem. With what I have been thru this poem meant the world to me. How it came about is a long story! I guess some would say I'm blessed some would say I'm dammed it a matter of opinion I guess. If it even matters anymore!
' I am the womb and the grave, the now and the ever'...........Profound! A memorable line!
God as the ultimate Poet, imagining/seeding all creation as if always in front of a blank sheet?
Gorgeous words that just call to the reader to come and wallow in them, to inhale them with gratitude. He was a master poet, his poetry pieces of magnificence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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