Then, at school,
on the wall, a picture
and the farmer plows
the soil in it.
In the background, the cypresses,
Pale hot-wind’s sky.
The farmer will make grow bread for us,
So we will grow.
And the teacher says:
“Soon it will be Autumn”
On Homeland Lesson
She shows us a sea squill.
Now the first rain will come,
Plenty of its drops,
Like a transparent curtain over the valley,
And its scattered fields.
So it was, tender simplicity,
It was depicted in our childhood,
that was beautiful.
An so, in our imagination, the wonders multiplicated.
hammers made music
Plows sang.
There are vine-dressers and farmers,
A land of shepards –
So it was depicted in our childhood,
that was beautiful.
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