Homesteaders i Nebraska 1888
O prairie mother, I am one of your boys. | |
I have loved the prairie as a man with a heart shot full of pain over love. | |
Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water.
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I speak of new cities and new people. | |
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. | |
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, | |
a sun dropped in the west. | |
I tell you there is nothing in the world | |
only an ocean of to-morrows, | |
a sky of to-morrows. | |
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I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say | |
at sundown: | |
To-morrow is a day.
Från den långa dikten "Prarie" ur Cornhuskers (1918) av Carl Sandburg |
2 kommentarer:
sett fantastiskt vacker prärieträdgård i England
Hannele: En sådan skulle jag vilja ha... fast man behöver nog stora ytor....
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