Toru Dutt

(4 March 1856 - 30 August 1877 / Calcutta / British India)

The Sower - Poem by Toru Dutt

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 about The Sower by Toru Dutt

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/20/2016 9:25:00 PM)

    Imagery is awesome, I can see a different sky after reading this poem, such a wonderful image is created.10 (Report) Reply

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  • (1/20/2016 4:23:00 PM)

    I did this job
    when I was kid
    sowing rice seeds
    it's like an art
    spreading grain
    at uniform densities
    grain per square feet
    then we pass a toothed
    sled over so birds won't
    eat those grains...or flood
    the ricefield.
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  • (1/20/2016 7:48:00 AM)

    ......truly an amazing and beautiful write,
    and many thanks to the sower
    for providing us grain for bread ★
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  • (1/20/2016 5:28:00 AM)

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

  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/30/2012 8:13:00 AM)

    Majestic and magnanimous write..awesome! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2012

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