IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes … horseback in leather boots and
leather gauntlets by the sea.
  
In the evening, a Sunday evening, a rope of pearls on her white shoulders … and a speaking, brooding black velvet,
relapsing to the voiceless … battering Russian marches on a piano … drive of blizzards across Nebraska.
  
Yes, riding horseback on hills by the sea … sitting at the ivory keys in black velvet, a rope of pearls on white
shoulders.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 3. Chords
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- VI. Accomplished Facts
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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