Love
The Broken Field
From Flame and Shadow (1920)
Love
My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
Where grass and bending flowers
Were growing,
The field lies broken now
For another sowing.
Great Sower when you tread
My field again,
Scatter the furrows there
With better grain.
Cite this poem
MLA
Teasdale, Sara. “The Broken Field.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/230/.
Chicago
Teasdale, Sara. “The Broken Field.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/230/.
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