After the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
Formed into moving shadows, I saw
A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray,
Plowing in the dusk the last furrow
The turf had a gleam of brown,
And smell of soil was in the air,
And, cool and moist, a haze of April
I shall remember you long,
Plowboy and horses against the sky in shadow
I shall remember you and the picture
You made for me,
Turning the turf in the dusk
And haze of an April gloaming
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Plowboy" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Plowboy" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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