Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Three Violins - Poem by Carl Sandburg

THREE violins are trying their hearts.
The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose.
And the time of the wild rose
And the leaves of the wild rose
And the dew-shot eyes of the wild rose
Sing in the air over three violins.
Somebody like you was in the heart of MacDowell.
Somebody like you is in three violins.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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