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Jan Kubelik

YOUR bow swept over a string, and a long low note
Quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect
Learning to suck milk.)

Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering
And wild.
(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon
In the hills with their lovers.)

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Poem Jan Kubelik - Carl Sandburg