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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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PUTTING IN THE SEED

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
ou come to fetch me from my work to-nightWhen supper's on the table, and we'll seeIf I can leave off burying the whiteSoft petals fallen from the apple tree(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkledpea);And go along with you ere you lose sightOf what you came for and become like me,Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.How Love bums through the Putting in the SeedOn through the watching for that early birthWhen, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,The sturdy seedling with arched body comesShouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.