“Now, the poems drawn from Knister’s farm experiences still have the power to surprise me.....These are images from the Essex County world he loved so much, and they suggest that although he did not take professionally to farming, he did see himself as a poet-farmer with his poems as apples or blades of grass whose orchard and barn he kept handy in the spaceless world of the imagination.”
From Preface, by James Reaney, in Windfalls for Cider...The Poems of Raymond Knister. (Windsor: Black Moss Press, 1983, page 7)
Ploughman's Song
Turn under, plow,
My trouble;
Turn under griefs
And stubble.
Turn mouse's nest,
Gnawing years;
Old roots up
For new love's tears.
Turn, plow, the clods
For new thunder.
Turn under, plow,
Turn under.
29 April 1925.
Northwood, Ontario
(After Exile, page 124)