Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled
Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned;
And as my some vast magic undivined
The world was turning slowly to gold.
Like nothing that was ever bought or sold
It waited there, the body and the mind;
And with a mighty meaning of a kind
That tells the more the more it is not told.
So in a land where all days are not fair,
Fair days went on till on another day
A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,
Shining and still, but not for long to stay —
As if a thousand girls with golden hair
Might rise from where they slept and go away.
-The Sheaves, E.A. Robinson
I first read this poem during my senior year of high school, and remembered it today when I rediscovered it it in my Evernote notebook of favorite poems and quotations. It’s a beautiful poem with incredible imagery, and it makes for wonderful writing inspiration. Enjoy.
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