How beautiful are the corn rows, <br />Stretching to the morning sun, <br />Stretching to the evening sun. <br />Very beautiful, the long rows of corn. <br /> <br />How beautiful is the white corn, <br />I husk it, <br />I grind it. <br />Very beautiful, my white corn. <br /> <br />How beautiful is the red corn, <br />I gather it and make fine meal, <br />I am glad doing this. <br />Very beautiful, my red corn. <br /> <br />How beautiful is the black corn, <br />I give it to my father, <br />To my mother, <br />I give it to my child. <br />Very beautiful, the black corn. <br /> <br />How beautiful is the mottled corn, <br />Like the sky with little clouds, <br />I eat it looking at the sky. <br />Very beautiful, my mottled corn.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-s-song-of-the-corn/
