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Poetry in FOCUS/midwest

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Springfield, Illinois

Springfield, Illinois
has no Altgeld,

no Vachel Lindsay,
no Stevenson.

Springfield, Illinois
has gone to sleep

under a milktoast sky
near Masters’ sweet Sangamon,

and Lincoln’s brave New Salem.
Only cicadas,

high-strung in elm trees,
reach for the sun

in this torpid town;
and their brief joy

is a sad joy.
Springfield, Illinois

is a fickle lover,

No more clear-eyed men
come around any more.

And her prairie songs
have new words.

— David Pearson Etter, FOCUS/Midwest, October 1962

Written by writer. Edited by editor.

February 24, 2009 at 7:39 pm

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