Ploughing On Sunday
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, 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. Water in the fields. The wind pours down.
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