Look out from under trees
to planted rows,
Oh, mile of so furnished
land.
Look out among the smooth
place, where a field
grows in food.
The farmhouse skied in leaves,
laced dark like night.
But corn breathes ripe at
the sun,
Where pushing lips of dewed
soil touch at the
light with life.
Tract ebony, black bed of root.
A man
Has sweat on plow-printed
loam.
So lift in space with green
points his acred
plan of grain.
This poem was originally included as one of three under the title “Three Poems” in the Winter 1947 edition of the student magazine Dimensions.