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The dayseye hugging the earth / in August, ha! Spring is / gone down in purple, / weeds stand high in the corn, / the rainbeaten furrow / is clotted with sorrel / and crabgrass, the / branch is black under / the heavy mass of the leaves -- / The sun is upon a / slender green stem / ribbed lengthwise.
He lies on his back -- / it is a woman also -- / he regards his former / majesty and / round the yellow center, / split and creviced and done into / minute flowerheads, he sends out / his twenty rays -- a little / and the wind is among them / to grow cool there!
One turns the thing over / in his hand and looks / at it from the rear: brownedged, / green and pointed scales / armor his yellow.
But turn and turn, / the crisp petals remain / brief, translucent, greenfastened, / barely touching at the edges: / blades of limpid seashell.