Poesy

Back Yard

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. 

- Carl Sandburg

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