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Speaking of white-hot... wow, some pretty intense heat this week. As we sat out last night in the front yard watching the fireflies dance, I thought of this poem:
by Carl Sandburg (1916)
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
Wishing everyone white thoughts and silver changes!
That is lovely and makes me want to stay out at night more. Thanks for posting it!ReplyDelete
This is a very cool poem, Irene. Carl Sandburg is one of my heroes, both for his poetry and his children's books.ReplyDelete
Oh, this is beautiful! Thank you, Irene.ReplyDelete