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

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. Absolutely beautiful poem.

    Wishing you a marvelous vacation.

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

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  3. Beautiful poem. Sweet wishes for your vacation.

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

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

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

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

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  8. 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. Wonderful. Have a lovely vacation dear Shiny.
    xoxo

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  10. 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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