Poppies on the Wheat ~ Helen Hunt Jackson Along Ancona’s...

Nascosti Paroli ― Poppies on the Wheat ~ Helen Hunt Jackson Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro To mark the shore.                            The farmer does not know That they are there. He walks with heavy feet, Counting the bread and wine by autumn’s gain,[...]