Yesterday I left work in tartan rain boots and clutched a tartan umbrella. I felt cute, a little sassy with my Macalester College pride-inspired rain gear, but I peeked out from under the umbrella at the rolling clouds with some sense of foreboding. A tornado watch was in effect through the length of my wholeContinue reading “Catcalling”
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Marking the Tempo: Carl Sandburg’s Harvest Poems
Carl Sandburg’s poems pulse with the soul of the prairie, conjuring up the feeling of Illinois and its neighbors, evoking the essence of the region. Indeed, the poetry in Harvest Poems (1910-1960) sweeps across a Midwestern experience embedding in place. It’s the sound of his words that reverberate with that sense of place—like the prairie,Continue reading “Marking the Tempo: Carl Sandburg’s Harvest Poems”