Plowman's Song

Turn under, plow,
My trouble;
Turn under griefs
And stubble.

Turn mouse's nest,
Gnawing years;
Old roots up
For new love's tears.

Turn, plow, the clods
For new thunder.
Turn under, plow,
Turn under.

by Raymond Knister

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ps, Haven't had tears of laughter in a long time! And this is Perfect for Such! ! ! Thank You Poem Hunter for having This! ! !
Simply Precious! ! ! Wonderfully done! ! ! (Yes!) Very Humorous! ! ! Love! ! !
I need help.... I fell off my chair laughing. I haven't had such fun in a long time. I will not analyze, I will not ponder, I will not examine rhythm or rhyme. Mine is just to read and enjoy! ! !
Brilliant write.....will funny!
It would be sexist to imagine that there can only be inordinately male-dominated relationships. This piece, in the vein of Carroll's humor, envisions an inordinately female-dominated relationship, and what the perspective of the man who lives within that relationship might be of his physically dominant partner. There is also, if I am inferring correctly, the suggestion that there is so much more to a person than that which we initially see when we enter into a relationship, and it is not always apparent what will unfold in the future. I know not enough of Carroll's other writings to intelligently conclude anything about his view of women as a whole. The character of this piece's female subject is not un-reminiscent of the Red Queen. If this is an ongoing pattern in his other works, then I would have to conclude that Mr. Carroll did have a pathologic (purposefully employed) view of women.
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