William Blake Sunflower
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Helianthus hold high your head and counter the brazen steps of autumns reclining Sun Youth is pinning with desire upstairs in bed and Veteran Age has sought warmer life upon the giant pivot Seasons turns his shoulders slow but as the nomad and the drifter know the rootless migrant journeys on and in his heart the exodus is never done Blakes picture poem plagiarized and ravaged by some idiot translated in its journey around the world it gained the extraneous grime that cultures and the many hands that held it put your dull patinas loam upon which its little seed of little understanding grows it walks the walk of "i once lived here" it walks down a once familial street anystreet in Anywhere and in the garden at the front of a small town house any house perhaps like your house not a palace and there it sees itself Helianthus holds her head up to combat the transition to decay the beautiful steps of collapse aside the steps and the beautiful tiles the solid wooden door that leads inside upstairs youth wears a hood in bed the daughters and the sons of a violent reaction to imperialism they think of the world in inaction so they grow or shrink the light steam of their dreaming And a veteran of time wanted to warm up swung his arms like giant axes But i understand as you understand as a nomad and a vagabond there is no travel without poverty mass migration from worlds away prove there is always a better somewhere else Scythians left their wives and daughters and their daughters daughters waited for their loss and delighted in the trophies they returned from far off places just as Asian tourists do this day the seasons slowly shift their shoulders what goes has come 10,000 miles and now returns again an exodus in her heart for Helianthus yet she never dies
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