Author Burton Watson Written when, troubled with thoughts of love, she went along the road and saw the fields being burned off: If only my body were these winter-seared fields— though I burned, I could look forward to the spring to come Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments