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The night John Henry is born an ax
of lightning splits the sky,
and a hammer of thunder pounds the earth, . . .
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree . . .
First light of day in Mississippi
son of laborer & of house wife
it says so on the official photostat . . .
The most popular “act” in
is the three black kids in ratty . . .
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
that wind or fowl would take the grain away. . . .
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot . . .
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea . . .
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
. . .
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies . . .