are enemy legions.

whether into the

of maize you grew

only your radiance

and to hunger

To boil you

you were worked and patted

cornmeal pulp,

Your light, your cornmeal, your hope

with spacious lands

of distant song and deepest waltz.

To the stone,

the ocean foam.

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Not to the terrible stone,

country beans, you light up

the meal and lend it

Oh, to bite into

of pale papyrus

reaches the empty

a green lance rose,

Wherever you fall, maize,

the steaming ear beside the sea

sacred

at times

you returned.

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our sober provincial

praise with your lyre

A grain of maize was your geography.

table of the miner.

no end

in your journey,

stone of your kitchens.

like gentle kernels,

that grains of laughter

spreads through

But, poet, let

sing to the simple maize in the khttps://read.99csw.comitchen.

to shuck us from the ear.

bordered

There, milk and matter,

Then the husks parted

splendid pot of partridge, or among

the rocky Chilean coast,

by the sea, along

But is there

fluttered in the field

triangle of Mexican death,

to your treasure?

childrens hearts were nurread•99ｃｓw•cｏmtured,

above the tender teeth

Within your husks,

of dark-skinned women.

pervades Americas solitudes,

From the grain

to crown

the bloody

the grain in its granaries:

your lances

history rest in its shroud;

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but to the grinding stone,

until life began

First, a fine beard

of the young ear.

and fruitfulness burst its veils

by the wondrous hands

as your aroma

America, from a grain

might fall upon the earth.

of Peru with its yellow tassels.

your virginal flavor.

was covered with gold,

blue sierras.