Saturday, February 11, 2017

The Roaring 20's


"Annie's Attic"
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
And she formed his name on her tongue and sang
And she sent him word she loved him so much,
So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,
All was nothing if her love for him was not first
Of all; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,
I love him; and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors,
And full length mirrors doubling and tripling
The apparitions of doors: circling corridors of
Looking glasses and doors, some with knobs, some
With no knobs, some opening slow to a heavy push,
And some jumping open at a touch and a hello.
And he knew if he so wished he could follow her
Swift running through circles of doors, hearing
Sometimes her whisper, I love him, I love him,
And sometimes only a high chaser of laughter
Somewhere five or ten doors ahead or five or ten
Doors behind, or chittering h-st, h-st, among corners
Of the tall full-length dusty looking glasses.
I love, I love, I love, she sang short and quick in
High thin beaten soprano and he knew the meanings,
The high chaser of laughter, the doors on doors
And the looking glasses, the room to room hunt,
The ends opening into new ends always. 
-Carl Sandburg-


Created for an art challenge at Digital Whisper.

5 comments:

  1. Love the artwork, love the poem. Sounds very familiar. :)

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  2. Beautiul art and a Sandburg poem. What more could we ask?

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  3. Gorgeous work love those mile long legs, and a wonderful poem too...bonus.

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  4. Great composition of a snap of the era.

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  5. This is totally awesome! Great job!!
    Thanks for playing in my challenge :)

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