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  1. Ploughing on Sunday Lyrics. The white cock's tail. Tosses in the wind. The turkey-cock's tail. Glitters in the sun. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The feathers flare. And bluster...

  2. " Ploughing on Sunday " is a poem from Wallace Stevens 's first book of poetry, Harmonium (1923). First published in 1919, it is now in the public domain. [1] Ploughing on Sunday. The white cock's tail. Tosses in the wind. The turkey-cock's tail. Glitters in the sun. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The feathers flare.

  3. Analysis (ai): "Ploughing On Sunday" presents a vivid image of rural life while exploring themes of progress and the human relationship with nature. The poem's cyclical structure and use of onomatopoeia create a sense of rhythm and movement.

  4. Ploughing on Sunday. By Wallace Stevens. Banal Sojourn. By Wallace Stevens. JSTOR and the Poetry Foundation are collaborating to digitize, preserve, and extend access to Poetry. Source: Poetry (October 1919) Browse all issues back to 1912. This Appears In. Read Issue. SUBSCRIBE TODAY.

  5. The wind pours down. The feathers flare And bluster in the wind. Remus, blow your horn! I'm ploughing on Sunday, Ploughing North America. Blow your horn! Tum-ti-tum, Ti-tum-tum-tum! The turkey-cock's tail Spreads to the sun. The white cock's tail Streams to the moon.

  6. Blow your horn! Tum-ti-tum, Ti-tum-tum-tum! The turkey-****'s tail Spreads to the sun. The white ****'s tail Streams to the moon. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. Book: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens. Classics. Wallace Stevens 1879 - 1955 / Male / American. ( 1879 - 1955 / Male / American ) Favorite. 😀. 😂. 😍. 😊.

  7. Jan 14, 2019 · Ploughing On Sunday poem - Wallace Stevens. Home » American Poets » Wallace Stevens. Ploughing On Sunday. by Wallace Stevens. The white cock's tail. Tosses in the wind. The turkey-cock's tail. Glitters in the sun. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The feathers flare. And bluster in the wind. Remus, blow your horn! I'm ploughing on Sunday,

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