pervades Americas solitudes,

stone of your kitchens.

are enemy legions.

the bloody

only your radiance

spreads through

Wherever you fall, maize,

was covered with gold,

with spacious lands

table of the miner.

splendid pot of partridge, or among

the ocean foam.

triangle of Mexic

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an death,

your virginal flavor.

the meal and lend it

no end

cornmeal pulp,

Oh, to bite into

sacred

In chalky, barren lands

To boil you

country beans, you light up

First, a fine beard

you returned.

to grace the heights

bordered

to crown

of pale papyrus

that grains of laughter

in your journey,

to shuck us from the ear.

by the sea, along

reaches the empty

the grain in its granaries:

like gentle kernels,

of Peru with its yellow tassels.

From the grain

whether into the

America, from a grain

to your

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treasure?

above the tender teeth

Your light, your cornmeal, your hope

There, milk and matter,

Then the husks parted

To the stone,

might fall upon the earth.

you were worked and patted

your lances

the rocky Chilean coast,

praise with your lyre

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by the wondrous hands

our sober provincial

childrens hearts were nurtured,

until life began

and to hunger

But is there

and fruitfulness burst its veils

A grain of maize was your geography.

of maize you grew

But, poet, let

Not to the terrible stone,

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sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.

history rest in its shroud;

fluttered in the field

Within your husks,

of dark-skinned women.

a green lance rose,

of distant song and deepest waltz.

the steaming ear beside the sea

but to the grinding stone,

at times

of the young ear.

blue sierras.