Category: Literature

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967). Cornhuskers. 1918.

JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud isolation: A family bible with hasps of brass twisted off, a wooden clock with pendulum gone, And a porcelain crucifix with the glaze nicked where the left elbow of Jesus is represented. I passed to-day and they were all there, resting in proud isolation, the clock and the crucifix saying no more and no less than before, and a yellow cat sleeping in a patch of sun alongside the family bible with the hasps off. 5 Only the rain washes the dusty three balls in front of Jabowsky's place on a side street.
Continue reading Three Balls

SMOKE of autumn is on it all.
The streamers loosen and travel.
The red west is stopped with a gray haze.
They fill the ash trees, they wrap the oaks,
They make a long-tailed rider 5
In the pocket of the first, the earliest evening star. Continue reading Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn

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