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Carl Sandburg - BuckwheatCarl Sandburg - Buckwheat
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THERE was a late autumn cricket, And two smoldering mountain sunsets Under the valley roads of her eyes.   There was a late autumn cricket, A hangover of summer song, Scraping a tune Of the late night clocks of summer, In the late winter night fireglow, This in a circle of black velvet at her neck.   In pansy eyes a flash, a thin rim of white light, a beach bonfire ten miles across dunes, a speck of a fool star in night`s half circle of velvet.   In the corner of the left arm a dimple, a mole, a forget-me-not, and it fluttered a hummingbird wing, a blur in the honey-red clover, in the honey-white buckwheat.
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