The
railings in white easily seen
Could hardly camouflage the lawn in fresh green.
The wooden house with the big window
Reflected the huge maple's shadow.
The
old clock stopped and forgot striking hour by
hour,
The old glasses still filtered the lost time
year after year.
The kitchen's fireplace dreamed of burning;
The bedroom preserved his noisy stepping.
That's from the very spot,
Walking out a great poet.
Notes:
（1）The
American prominent poet Carl Sandberg was born
in 331 East Third Street, Galesberg, Illinois,
on January 6th, 1878 and died in on July 22nd,
1967. Winning the Nobel Prize of Literature,
the American writer Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
said to the Nobel Prize Committee: Such a great
glory should dedicate to Sandberg if it belonged
to America.
（2）Mr.
Norman Hines, an American painter, and I visited
Caul Sanderberg's hometown on May 30, 1986. |
