The Sower Poem by Toru Dutt

The Sower

Rating: 4.8


Sitting in a porchway cool,
Sunlight, I see, dying fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule.
Working hours have well-nigh past.
Shadows run across the lands:
But a sower lingers still,
Old, in rags, he patient stands.
Looking on, I feel a thrill.
Black and high, his silhouette
Dominates the furrows deep!
Now to sow the task is set.
Soon shall come a time to reap.
Marches he along the plain
To and fro, and scatters wide
From his hands the precious grain;
Muse I, as I see him stride.
Darkness deepens. Fades the light.
Now his gestures to mine eyes
Are august; and strange, - his height
Seems to touch the starry skies

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 27 July 2017

a simple and austere moment, perhaps otherwise lost forever, but it struck the heart of a skilled poet and moved his pen. The simple complexity of life and labor; the intimate relationship between man and the earth which nourishes him, shelters him, imparts life to him; the hint of mortality touching immortality as the eyes of a poet lift to the stars. Exquisitely captured and beautifully rendered.

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Susan Williams 27 July 2017

Isn't it wonderful how a poet can bring alive a simple moment that one might see repeated often during his life but make it so rich and powerful that it sticks to your memory like a bur and somehow represents something larger than life- -I have to read more by Toru Dutt

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Allemagne Roßmann 30 September 2012

Majestic and magnanimous write..awesome!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 January 2016

Now his gestures to mine eyes Are august and strange-his height Seems to touch the starry skies. Simply wonderful diction. Thanks for sharing.

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* Sunprincess * 20 January 2016

......truly an amazing and beautiful write, and many thanks to the sower for providing us grain for bread ★

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Sunil 08 February 2021

Why did the poet call him august ang strange

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 August 2020

Darkness deepens. Fades the light. Now his gestures to mine eyes Are august; and strange, - his height Seems to touch the starry skies a very fine poem. tony

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 August 2019

Hats off to the minute observations and empathy with which the sower and his actions are narrated. It has made this poem marvelous.

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Rolando 29 July 2018

Most wonderful in the world

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Sakalabaktula Sairaj 31 October 2017

so nice one sister you can do well

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Calcutta / India
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