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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Red Land

Joseph Warren Beach

From “On the Land”

IN the autumn,

Bathed in gold-dust,

I shall strip the red land

Of a golden harvest.

Oh, fruitful as the red land

Bearing golden harvest

In the autumn,

Bountiful as the prairie

Heaving milky breasts

On flushed horizons!

My hand slackens

In the act of cutting,

While I lose myself

In these blue distances.

The scythe pauses

On the neck of the wheat

As my heart faints against

These flushed horizons.

I that have seen the sky,

In the time of reaping,

Between her breasts

In the wheat-field,

Sowing and reaping,

There I worship

The land!