summer haiku d'été – alone she reaps = seule elle moissonne





alone she reaps
the willowing wheat...  
yes her sorrows' lay 

seule elle moissonne
le blé ondulant ...
chant de son chagrin

Richard Vallance

© by/ par Richard Vallance 2020

painting, the harvester by Edward John Cobbett (1815-1899)


based on the lovely lyrical poem by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
suivant le beau poème lyrique de William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field, 
Yon solitary Highland Lass! 
Reaping and singing by herself; 
Stop here, or gently pass! 
Alone she cuts and binds the grain, 
And sings a melancholy strain; 
O listen! for the Vale profound 
Is overflowing with the sound. 

No Nightingale did ever chaunt 
More welcome notes to weary bands 
Of travellers in some shady haunt, 
Among Arabian sands: 
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard 
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, 
Breaking the silence of the seas 
Among the farthest Hebrides. 

Will no one tell me what she sings?— 
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow 
For old, unhappy, far-off things, 
And battles long ago: 
Or is it some more humble lay, 
Familiar matter of to-day? 
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, 
That has been, and may be again? 

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang 
As if her song could have no ending; 
I saw her singing at her work, 
And o'er the sickle bending;— 
I listened, motionless and still; 
And, as I mounted up the hill, 
The music in my heart I bore, 
Long after it was heard no more. 

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)