Luther Burbank was born in a brick farmhouse in Lancaster Mass,
he walked through the woods one winter
crunching through the shinycrusted snow
stumbling into a little dell where a warm spring was
and found the grass green and weeds sprouting
and skunk cabbage pushing up a potent thumb,
He went home and sat by the stove and read Darwin
Struggle for Existence Origin of Species Natural
Selection that wasn't what they taught in church,
so Luther Burbank ceased to believe moved to Lunenburg,
found a seedball in a potato plant
sowed the seed and cashed in on Darwin’s Natural Selection
on Spencer and Huxley
with the Burbank potato.

Young man go west;
Luther Burbank went to Santa Rosa
full of his dream of green grass in winter ever-
blooming flowers ever-
bearing berries; Luther Burbank
could cash in on Natural Selection Luther Burbank
carried his apocalyptic dream of green grass in winter
and seedless berries and stoneless plums and thornless roses brambles cactus—
winters were bleak in that bleak
brick farmhouse in bleak Massachusetts—
out to sunny Santa Rosa;
and he was a sunny old man
where roses bloomed all year
everblooming everbearing
hybrids.

America was hybrid
America could cash in on Natural Selection.
He was an infidel he believed in Darwin and Natural
Selection and the influence of the mighty dead
and a good firm shipper’s fruit
suitable for canning.
He was one of the grand old men until the churches
and the congregations
got wind that he was an infidel and believed
in Darwin.
Luther Burbank had never a thought of evil,
selected improved hybrids for America
those sunny years in Santa Rosa.
But he brushed down a wasp’s nest that time;
he wouldn’t give up Darwin and Natural Selection
and they stung him and he died
puzzled.
They buried him under a cedartree.
His favorite photograph
was of a little tot
standing beside a bed of hybrid
everblooming double Shasta daisies
with never a thought of evil
And Mount Shasta
in the background, used to be a volcano
but they don’t have volcanos
any more.

Auteur: John Dos Passos

<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a> was born in a brick farmhouse in Lancaster Mass,<br />he walked through the woods one winter<br />crunching through the shinycrusted snow<br />stumbling into a little dell where a warm spring was<br />and found the grass green and weeds sprouting<br />and skunk cabbage pushing up a potent thumb,<br />He went home and sat by the stove and read <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12793.Darwin" title="Darwin" rel="nofollow noopener">Darwin</a><br />Struggle for Existence Origin of Species Natural<br />Selection that wasn't what they taught in church,<br />so <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a> ceased to believe moved to Lunenburg,<br />found a seedball in a potato plant<br />sowed the seed and cashed in on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12793.Darwin" title="Darwin" rel="nofollow noopener">Darwin</a>’s Natural Selection<br />on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/52666.Spencer" title="Spencer" rel="nofollow noopener">Spencer</a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17171.Huxley" title="Huxley" rel="nofollow noopener">Huxley</a><br />with the Burbank potato.<br /><br />Young man go west;<br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a> went to Santa Rosa<br />full of his dream of green grass in winter ever-<br />blooming flowers ever-<br />bearing berries; <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a><br />could cash in on Natural Selection <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a><br />carried his apocalyptic dream of green grass in winter<br />and seedless berries and stoneless plums and thornless roses brambles cactus—<br />winters were bleak in that bleak<br />brick farmhouse in bleak Massachusetts—<br />out to sunny Santa Rosa;<br />and he was a sunny old man<br />where roses bloomed all year<br />everblooming everbearing<br />hybrids.<br /><br />America was hybrid<br />America could cash in on Natural Selection.<br />He was an infidel he believed in <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12793.Darwin" title="Darwin" rel="nofollow noopener">Darwin</a> and Natural<br />Selection and the influence of the mighty dead<br />and a good firm shipper’s fruit<br />suitable for canning.<br />He was one of the grand old men until the churches<br />and the congregations<br />got wind that he was an infidel and believed<br />in <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12793.Darwin" title="Darwin" rel="nofollow noopener">Darwin</a>.<br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/227459.Luther_Burbank" title="Luther Burbank" rel="nofollow noopener">Luther Burbank</a> had never a thought of evil,<br />selected improved hybrids for America<br />those sunny years in Santa Rosa.<br />But he brushed down a wasp’s nest that time;<br />he wouldn’t give up <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12793.Darwin" title="Darwin" rel="nofollow noopener">Darwin</a> and Natural Selection<br />and they stung him and he died<br />puzzled.<br />They buried him under a cedartree.<br />His favorite photograph<br />was of a little tot<br />standing beside a bed of hybrid<br />everblooming double Shasta daisies<br />with never a thought of evil<br />And Mount Shasta<br />in the background, used to be a volcano<br />but they don’t have volcanos<br />any more. - John Dos Passos


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