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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

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SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood.  
Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love.  
Sell me dried wood that has ached with passion clutching the knees and arms of a storm.  
Sell me horsehair and rosin that has sucked at the breasts of the morning sun for milk.  
Sell me something crushed in the heartsblood of pain readier than ever for one more song.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

#Americans #PulitzerPrice #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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