Al Que Quiere!/Chickory and Daisies
CHICKORY AND DAISIES
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!
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!