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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

58. Jan Kubelik

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.)

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.)