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The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks
Around; up above, what wind-walks
what lovely
Of silk-sack clouds

A few rats are gnawing along the floor of the silo, but what are a few rats against this tower of food
It takes 75,000 crocus blossoms to make a pound of saffron
And after today out there in the heat, nobody dreams of food
In our dr...

See
the corn again in ear
How the fields and valleys smile
Harvest now is drawing

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves
The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go fo...

I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,