| |
| THERE was a high majestic fooling | |
| Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. | |
| |
| And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn | |
| There will be high majestic fooling. | |
| |
| The ears ripen in late summer | 5 |
| And come on with a conquering laughter, | |
| Come on with a high and conquering laughter. | |
| |
| The long-tailed blackbirds are hoarse. | |
| One of the smaller blackbirds chitters on a stalk | |
| And a spot of red is on its shoulder | 10 |
| And I never heard its name in my life. | |
| |
| Some of the ears are bursting. | |
| A white juice works inside. | |
| Cornsilk creeps in the end and dangles in the wind. | |
| Always—I never knew it any other way— | 15 |
| The wind and the corn talk things over together. | |
| And the rain and the corn and the sun and the corn | |
| Talk things over together. | |
| |
| Over the road is the farmhouse. | |
| The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose. | 20 |
| It will not be fixed till the corn is husked. | |
| The farmer and his wife talk things over together. | |
| |
