Saturday in CinCity--the Start of Vacation Edition!!!

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Back Yard
by Carl Sandburg

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.


please note: photo by Wallace Billingham

Comments

  1. LydiaJune 19, 2010 at 11:31 PM

    Absolutely beautiful poem.

    Wishing you a marvelous vacation.

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  2. DiJune 20, 2010 at 9:35 AM

    I blame Italy for losing track of you. Today I found you again and LOVE this poem. Thank you.

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  3. GailJune 20, 2010 at 2:28 PM

    Beautiful poem. Sweet wishes for your vacation.

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  4. YogaforCynicsJune 20, 2010 at 7:21 PM

    Great photo, and I love "drinking
    white thoughts you rain down."

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  5. dsJune 20, 2010 at 10:37 PM

    Beautiful. I need to read more Sandburg. And the photo is exquisite.

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  6. NanceJune 21, 2010 at 7:13 AM

    This is Carl Sandburg channeling Walt Whitman a bit, isn't it?

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  7. RudeeJune 21, 2010 at 12:05 PM

    Hey! Enjoy your vacation. Get lots of lake time, OK?

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  8. OwenJune 27, 2010 at 4:35 PM

    What an incredible talent you have for finding the photo for the poem... or is it vice versa ?

    Whichever, a pleasure...

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  9. Annie CoeJune 29, 2010 at 6:22 PM

    Wonderful. Have a lovely vacation dear Shiny.
    xoxo

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  10. Eleonora BaldwinJuly 2, 2010 at 1:16 AM

    Great piece. Happy vacation from a friend of the past.
    I've been through a rough patch, but am sewing up the pieces and returning to the places I started from.

    Loneliness, unemployment, narcissistic blogging and a chaotic city can do this to a girl.

    I've missed visiting here.
    Ciao
    Lola xx
    Aglio, Olio e Peperoncino.com

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