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The wilderness sleeps in seed and furrow,
Today I found thistles alive in the meadow,
My corn grows in rows each straight as the other
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The wilderness sleeps in seed and furrow
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Today 21 (Jan. 1966) 13.
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The title of this poem is an interesting part of the poem, as it takes the poem into a political or philosophical realm that the language of the poem proper would otherwise not.