by William Cowper
(Extract from The Task)
Between the upright shafts of those tall elms
We may discern the Thresher at his task.
Thump after thump, resounds the constant flail,
That seems to swing uncertain, and yet falls
Full on the destin'd ear. Wide flies the chaff.
The rustling straw sends up a frequent mist
Of atoms, sparkling in the noon-day beam.
Chosen by Shing Hurley
"Words like `swing
`constant flail' grip my
`The rustling straw
sends up a frequent
mist of atoms'
comforts my mind.
I do well with the idea
`make hay while the
by Reg Starkey