Chickory and Daisies + 

I + 

Lift your flowers + 

on bitter stems + 

chickory! + 

Lift them up + 

out of the scorched ground! + 

Bear no foliage + 

but give yourself + 

wholly to that! + 

Strain under them + 

you bitter stems + 

that no beast eats⁠— + 

and scorn greyness! + 

Into the heat with them: + 

cool! + 

luxuriant! sky-blue! + 

The earth cracks and + 

is shriveled up; + 

the wind moans piteously; + 

the sky goes out + 

if you should fail. + 

II + 

I saw a child with daisies + 

for weaving into the hair + 

tear the stems + 

with her teeth! + 