I sang to you and the moon But only the moon remembers. I sang O reckless free-hearted free-throated rhythms, Even the moon remembers them And is kind to me.
White Shoulders
Your white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Carl Sandburg
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Czechoslovakian Gymnasts, San Francisco, 1939 John Gutmann