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I.

Lift your flowers

on bitter stems

chickory!

Lift them up

out of the scorched ground!

Bear no foliage

but give yourself

wholly to that!

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Strain under them

you bitter stems

that no beast eats—

and scorn greyness!

Into the heat with them:

cool!

luxuriant! sky-blue!

The earth cracks and

is shriveled up;

the wind moans piteously;

the sky goes out

if you should fail.

II.

I saw a child with daisies

for weaving into the hair

tear the stems

with her teeth!