The field's green is ruined;
Some peasant has carved
Its surface - now,
After some harrowing,
There will be growth.
Stench of ordure
Offends the nostrils - the peasant
Has used his ox - now,
After the winter, is
A fertile promise.
The crop falls,
Row by row; the peasant
Garners from the ruin - not
Just a winter's bread:
Next year's seed too.
Some peasant has carved
Its surface - now,
After some harrowing,
There will be growth.
Stench of ordure
Offends the nostrils - the peasant
Has used his ox - now,
After the winter, is
A fertile promise.
The crop falls,
Row by row; the peasant
Garners from the ruin - not
Just a winter's bread:
Next year's seed too.
Interesting thoughts. I had missed this before. The Reformation had many dimensions.
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