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Back Yard

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

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.

Published in Chicago Poems
Tags: space, summer

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