Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Back Yard - Poem 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.


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  • (5/15/2009 11:06:00 AM)


    Ah, such images of night, enjoyed alone with the beauty of music and dreams. Such peace. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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