"...Bring a concertina after sunset under the apple trees.
Let romance stutter to the western stars, “Excuse … me…”"
Decades ago (Egad! That I can actually say such a thing!), during high school, I passionately devoured Sandburg's poems, reveling in his gritty yet beautifully phrased views of the human situation in the most ordinary circumstances. Every time I chance across his writing, I'm reminded why my youthful ardour ran so hot. And I remember to include more poetry in my life.
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