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Origins of corn.

This is the female corn. This is the male. These are the wild skirts flying and here is the sweet dark daughter that passed between those who were currents of each other's love. She sleeps in milky sweetness. She is the stranger that comes from a remote land, another time where sky and earth are lovers always for the first time each day, where crops begin to stand amid brown dry husks, to rise straight and certain as old people with yellowed hair who carry medicines, the corn song the hot barefoot dance that burns your feet but you can't stop trading gifts with the land, putting your love in the ground so that after the long sleep of seeds all things will grow and the plants who climb into this world will find it green and alive.
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Author:Hogan, Linda
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:May 1, 1993
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