| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 312. Jan Kubelik |
| | | By Carl Sandburg |
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| YOUR 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.) | |
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| 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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