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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Goldwing Moth

A GOLDWING moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk.  
Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire.  
The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

#Americans #PulitzerPrice #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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