Peasant and Donkey Returning Home at Dusk
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1Between raised ochre plains and low slate skies
Pressing against stray clustered tufts of trees
A tapered wedge is driven blue through light
Flaring from clouds that tatter in the air.
2And on a scarred black path that blindly winds
Unoutlined at the utmost edge of dusk
A peasant, brown and dark on dark brown earth
Draws his tired donkey, burdened in the murk.
3Cross-hatched, then rubbed and blended, well-stumped lines
Show sun-flecks streaming home from cloud and plain,
Escaping wraiths both radiant and grave,
Brightness incised, fleeing a bleak demesne.
4These winter rows are sown with dusk and cold.
This man has bound and baled late wheat and hay,
Surd stalks fettered and pressed in night’s blind vise,
Words stark as their unlettered dark and day.
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David Middleton, « Peasant and Donkey Returning Home at Dusk », Revue LISA/LISA e-journal [En ligne], Le coin des écrivains, mis en ligne le 01 janvier 2005, consulté le 17 avril 2024. URL : http://journals.openedition.org/lisa/602 ; DOI : https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.602
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