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Whenever I see sunflowers, there are two poems that come to mind.

Ah! Sunflower by William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

And Sunflower Sutra by Allen Ginsberg.

I love sunflowers.