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.

How beautiful is the mottled corn, / Like the sky with little clouds, / I eat it looking at the sky. / Very beautiful, my mottled 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 red corn, / I gather it and make fine meal, / I am glad doing this. / Very beautiful, my red corn.

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

How beautiful are the corn rows, / Stretching to the morning sun, / Stretching to the evening sun. / Very beautiful, the long rows of corn.

Tommy's leaden soldiers we, / Glittering with efficiency. / Not a button's out of place, / Tons and tons of golden lace / Wind about our officers.

And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace. / By each button , hook, and lace.

Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, / Whistling, howling, rainy wind, / North, South, East and West, / Each is the wind I like the best.

You are ice and fire. The touch of you burns my hands like snow.