May 5, 2009

Last Weekend

{Virginia Bluebell by Daddy}

Give me a quiet garret alone
Where I may sit for a few casual callers
And tell them casually, offhandedly
'This is where I dirty paper.'
Thus each poet prays and dreams
The eternal hobe asks for a quiet room
with a little paper he can dirty
with birds who sit where he tells 'em.

Carl Sandburg, Breathing Tokens, 1945

Last weekend, we went for a picnic at Connemara, the poet Carl Sandburg's home, now park. I hadn't been since Laura and I were little girls. I'd forgotten how much I like a little Sandburg in small doses.

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