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ОглавлениеPotatoes
On a misty, sepia-and-green
May morning, crossing Iowa,
I saw from the highway
a man, a woman, and a horse
out sowing seed potatoes,
using a two-wheeled planter
from a hundred years ago,
the man beneath a straw hat,
holding the horse’s reins
and taking a sight on the posts
at the end of the field,
the woman perched behind,
above the tin potato bin,
watching the steel disc roll along
and fold the earth back under.
The horse was brown as varnish
as it pulled us forward, all
of us, with black clay dropping
from its shoes, and I was
never surer of the world.
