Jan Kubelik
Read 'Jan Kubelik' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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