<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The corn husker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush <br> Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields, <br>She comes to labour, when the first still hush <br> Of autumn follows large and recent yields. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Age in her fingers, hunger in her face, <br> Her shoulders stooped with weight of work and years, <br>But rich in tawny colouring of her race, <br> She comes a-field to strip the purple ears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all her thoughts are with the days gone by, <br> Ere might's injustice banished from their lands <br>Her people, that to-day unheeded lie, <br> Like the dead husks that rustle through her hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386595" data-title="The corn husker de Emily Pauline Johnson" data-description="Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields, She comes to labour, when the first still hush Of autumn follows large and recent yields. Age in her fingers, hunger in her face, Her shoulders ..."></div> </div> </div>

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