Harvest [German translation]

When the corn stands yellow in September,

A red flower ripens and shines among the stalks

And a red silk creeps among the broad ears

And tall tassels lift over all else

and keep singing

to the prairies

and the wind.

They are the grand lone ones

For they are never saved

along with the corn:

They are cut down

and piled high

and burned.

Their fire

lights the west in November.

• Artist:Carl Sandburg