Analysis of Harvest Song
Jean Toomer 1894 (Washington, D.C.) – 1967 (Doylestown)
I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled.
But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them.
And I hunger.
I crack a grain between my teeth. I do not taste it.
I have been in the fields all day. My throat is dry.
I hunger.
My eyes are caked with dust of oatfields at harvest-time.
I am a blind man who stares across the hills, seeking stack'd fields of other harvesters.
It would be good to see them . . crook'd, split, and iron-ring'd handles of the scythes. It would be good to see them, dust-caked and blind. I hunger.
(Dusk is a strange fear'd sheath their blades are dull'd in.)
My throat is dry. And should I call, a cracked grain like the oats...eoho--
I fear to call. What should they hear me, and offer me their grain, oats, or wheat, or corn? I have been in the fields all day. I fear I could not taste it. I fear knowledge of my hunger.
My ears are caked with dust of oatfields at harvest-time.
I am a deaf man who strains to hear the calls of other harvesters whose throats are also dry.
It would be good to hear their songs . . reapers of the sweet-stalk'd cane, cutters of the corn...even though their throats cracked and the strangeness of their voices deafened me.
I hunger. My throat is dry. Now that the sun has set and I am chilled, I fear to call. (Eoho, my brothers!)
I am a reaper. (Eoho!) All my oats are cradled.
But I am too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger.
I crack a grain. It has no taste to it.
My throat is dry...
O my brothers, I beat my palms, still soft, against the stubble of my harvesting. (You beat your soft palms, too.) My pain is sweet. Sweeter than the oats or wheat or corn. It will not bring me knowledge of my hunger.
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Metre | 1101011011111111 111110101111 0110 1101011111111 111001111111 110 111111111101 110111101011011110100 111111110101011010111111111101110 11011111110 11110111011101 1111111110101111111111100111111111111101110 111111111101 11011111101110100111101 111111111101111010111110010111011 1101111110111011111111110 11010111111 1111011110110 1101111111 1111 11101111110101011100111111111110101111111111101110 |
Characters | 1,701 |
Words | 338 |
Sentences | 48 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 4, 1 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 60 |
Words per line (avg) | 16 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 115 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 27, 2023
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