Text of Poem | After the hay was made and the threshing done, His carrion thought I’m not supposed to know, I meant to burn the sow and take no risk They seem to know that old age makes us colder, |
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First Line | After the hay was made and the threshing done, |
Original Pub Location | |
Original Publication Date | 1951 |
Original Citation | Man and His Field. Denver: Alan Swallow. 1951. 37. |
Complete Poems | 70 |
Hearst Collections | |
Word Count | 139 |
Poetic Form | closed |
Themes | |
Twitter Quote | Remember the crow that lurks behind your shoulder, / Be careful of the things that you let die. |