The Last Harvest (1940)

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The collection is titled "A Spring Harvest." How does this title, with its connotations of renewal, growth, and bounty, paradoxically relate to the often somber, melancholic, and world-weary tones expressed in the two provided poem excerpts? What complex understanding of human experience does this tension between title and content generate?

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The title "A Spring Harvest" evokes renewal, growth, and bounty, yet the poems express somber, world-weary tones. In "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky," the speaker finds nature "perfect" but laments "never yet the perfect heart" and the inevitability of lying "in the cold earth" [1]. Similarly, "Dark is the World our Fathers left us" describes a world where "the gloom has of hope bereft us" and "the long years flow" heavily [3]. This tension suggests that spring’s promise is undercut by human imperfection and mortality.

The poems also convey a complex understanding of human experience: joy and sorrow coexist. In "Dark Boughs," it is "sweet" because "hope is high," yet "sad" because "we have sinned" [1]. "A Preface for a Tale I have never told" speaks of "bitterness" as "the sure heritage of all men born," yet advises turning to "the mountain-tops" and "the unfathomable blue of heaven" that do not change [2]. This juxtaposition implies that renewal (spring) and loss (harvest as finality) are intertwined, and that wisdom comes from accepting both.

Thus, the title’s connotations of growth and bounty paradoxically highlight the poems’ themes of sin, change, and mortality,…

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← Schumann: Erstes Verlust A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky" "Wind of the Darkness" → 4224680 A Spring Harvest — "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "DARK BOUGHS AGAINST A GOLDEN SKY" Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind: And sweet it is, for hope is high, And sad it is, for we have sinned. Perfect is nature's every part In sunny rest, or windy strife: But never yet the perfect heart, And never yet the perfect life! Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind: And in the cold earth…
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← Pure Virginia A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith A Preface for a Tale I have never told A Sonnet → 4224647 A Spring Harvest — A Preface for a Tale I have never told Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ A PREFACE FOR A TALE I HAVE NEVER TOLD Herein is nought of windy citadels Where proud kings dwell, that with an iron hand Deal war or justice: here no history Of valiant ships upon the wine-dark seas Passing strange lands and threading channels strait Between embalmed island: here no song That men shall sing in battle and remember When they are old and grey beside the fire: Only a story gathered from…
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← Anglia Valida in Senectute A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Dark is the World our Fathers left us" Awakening → 4224751 A Spring Harvest — "Dark is the World our Fathers left us" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "DARK IS THE WORLD OUR FATHERS LEFT US" Dark is the world our fathers left us, Wearily, greyly the long years flow, Almost the gloom has of hope bereft us, Far is the high gods' song and low: Sombre the crests of the mountains lonely, Leafless, wind-ridden, moan the trees: Down in the valleys is twilight only, Twilight over the mourning seas: Time was when earth was always golden,…
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← The Burial of Sophocles A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "So we lay down the Pen" → 4224854 A Spring Harvest — "So we lay down the Pen" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "SO WE LAY DOWN THE PEN" So we lay down the pen, So we forbear the building of the rime, And bid our hearts be steel for times and a time Till ends the strife, and then, When the New Age is verily begun, God grant that we may do the things undone. Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury. ← For R. Q. G. A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring" "Let us tell Quiet Stories…
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For works with similar titles, see A Sonnet . ← A Preface for a Tale I have never told A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith A Sonnet "It was all in the Black Countree" → 4224649 A Spring Harvest — A Sonnet Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ A SONNET There is a wind that takes the heart of a man, A fresh wind in the latter days of spring, When hate and war and every evil thing That the wide arches of high Heaven span Seems dust, and less to be accounted than The omened touches of a passing wing: When Destiny, that calls himself a king, Goes all forgotten for the song of Pan: For why? Because the…
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