Question

Find the mood of this poem
I will plough the land, Turning up the black soil. I will ride upon this heaving surface As a boat rides upon the water. Even as a boat Cleaving the water with an eager keel, I have run a furrow1Straight across the ridges. I will sow down this field, Scattering gems. With both hands will I scatter Quivering emeralds out of a bottomless pouch. As I tread the loam2My feet sink deep. The black earth embraces my ankles And clings to my bent knees. Review Questions I sing as I go Scattering emeralds. The wind sings upon my lips, And pearls stream off my neck and forehead. I am bathed in a sweat of pearls. Eyes straight forward Rest on a brightening ultimate slope.

Answer 1

Answer:

bhai, ye sb question exam me ni aate hai !

kyw paresan ho aise questions ko lekar.

aur ye question khud se karne wala hai bcoz ye yaha impossible hai karna

Answer 2

Explanation:

we must make her proud of us