| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918. |
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| 53. Flat Lands |
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| FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, | |
| The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands—blood and fire of sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over you. | |
| And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night. | |
| “Lots for Sale—Easy Terms” run letters painted on a board—and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night. | |
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