113 Quotes by Amy Lowell

How beautiful is the white corn, / I husk it, / I grind it. / Very beautiful, my white corn.

How beautiful is the red corn, / I gather it and make fine meal, / I am glad doing this. / Very beautiful, my red corn.

How beautiful is the black corn, / I give it to my father, / To my mother, / I give it to my child. / Very beautiful, the black corn.

How beautiful is the mottled corn, / Like the sky with little clouds, / I eat it looking at the sky. / Very beautiful, my mottled corn.

Today to the end of the marvelous stair, / Where those glittering pinnacles flash in the air! / Climbing, climbing, higher I go, / With the sky close above me, the earth far below.