REQUEST: Poems about Seeds

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I'm looking for poems about seeds, in any sense: from plants and gardens, to more conceptual pieces about fertility and potential, to baked goods with crunchy seed crusts! I would especially appreciate any poems about poppyseeds and Jewish cooking, but seeds! Any seed poems you know, please!

THE SEED SHOP

Muriel Stuart

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
    Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry,
    Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

Dead tha shall quicken at the trump of Spring,
    Sleepers to stir beneath June's splendid kiss,
Though birds pass over, unremembering,
    And no bee seek here roses that were his.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams,
    A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
    These lilies shall make Summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple houses of death
    Sealed in their shells a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
    And in my hand a forest lies asleep.