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DreamySherwood Anderson

A Visit

Westward the field of the cloth of gold. It is fall — see the gold in the dust of the fields. Lay the golden cloth upon me. It is night and I come through the streets to your window. The dust and the words are all gone, brushed away. Let me sleep.
SadSherwood Anderson

Unborn

Swift across the night a little cry, Against the cold white night a stain of red, The moon dips down, The dull winds blow. My unborn son is dead.
AnxiousSherwood Anderson

The Lover

All night she walked and dreamed on the frozen road, She the insane one, feeling not thinking. All night she walked and wanted to Kill, Wanted to love and kill. What did she want? Nobody knew. None of us knew why she wanted To kill. We were the heavy ones, heavy and sure. The wind in the cornfields moved us not. We the Americans, worthy and sure, Worthy and sure of ourselves. Tom killed his brother on Wednesday night, Back of the corncrib, under the hill. Then she ran to him, sobbing and calling, She who had loved and could not kill.
SadSherwood Anderson

Song to the Lost Ones

Soft thy feet on the floor of the desert, In the night — Running — Desperate and breathless. Blood on the sands of the desert drying, Drops of blood on the hot sand drying, Blood from the veins of my beloved Pouring out on the desert. Soft in the night the rustle of corn leaves Young men into the cities pouring, Blood from the veins of young men pouring into the cities.

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