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Carl Sandburg
(1878–1967).
Chicago Poems.
1916.
58. Jan Kubelik
Y
OUR
bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect learning to suck milk.)
Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild.
(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon in the hills with their lovers.)
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