Evening Song by Sherwood Anderson

20 Aug Evening Song by Sherwood Anderson

Evening Song by Sherwood Anderson

My song will rest while I rest. I struggle along. I'll get 

   back to the corn and the open fields. Don't fret, love, 

   I'll come out all right.

Back of Chicago the open fields. Were you ever there

     —trains coming toward you out of 

     the West—streaks of light on the long gray plains? Many a song—aching 

     to sing.

I've got a gray and ragged brother in my breast—that's a 

     fact. Back of Chicago the open fields—long trains go 

     west too—in the silence. Don't fret, love. I'll come 

     out all right.




Published in September 1917  in a poetry magazine

Magazine of verse, Volume X,  No VI

Sherwood Anderson