20 Aug Evening Song by Sherwood Anderson
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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
Born: 13 September 1876, Camden, Ohio, United States
Died: 8 March 1941, Colón, Panama
Sherwood Anderson was an American novelist and short story writer. He was known for subjective and self-revealing works. Although self-educated, he rose to become a successful copywriter and business owner in Cleveland and Elyria, Ohio.