Sunflower

Rolf Jacobsen

 

What sower walked over earth,
Which hands sowed
Our inward seeds of fire?
They went out from his fists like rainbow curves
To frozen earth, young loam, hot sand, They will sleep there
Greedily, and drink up our lives
And explode it into pieces
For the sake of a sunflower that you havenít seen
Or a thistle head or chrysanthemum.

Let the young rain of tears come.
Let the calm hands of grief come.
Itís not all as evil as you think.  

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