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Sherwood Anderson was born in Ohio in 1876. A writer of poetry, fiction, and plays, he published two books of verse, Mid-American Chants (John Lane Company, 1918) and A New Testament (Boni and Liveright, 1927). He died on March 8, 1941. 

Spring Song

Sherwood Anderson, 1876 - 1941

In the forest, amid old trees and wet dead leaves, a shrine.
Men on the wet leaves kneeling.
The spirit of God in the air above a shrine.

Now, America, you press your lips to mine,
Feel on your lips the throbbing of my blood.
Christ, come to life and life calling,
Sweet and strong.

Spring. God in the air above old fields.
Farmers marking fields for the planting of the corn.
Fields marked for corn to stand in long straight aisles.

In the spring I press your body down on wet cold new-plowed ground.
Men, give your souls to me.
I would have my sacred way with you.

In the forest, amid old trees and wet dead leaves, a shrine.
Men rising from the kneeling place to sing.
Everywhere in the fields now the orderly planting of corn.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 18, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive. This poem is in the public domain.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 18, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive. This poem is in the public domain.

Sherwood Anderson

Sherwood Anderson was born in Ohio in 1876. A writer of poetry, fiction, and plays, he published two books of verse, Mid-American Chants (John Lane Company, 1918) and A New Testament (Boni and Liveright, 1927). He died on March 8, 1941. 

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My song will rest while I rest. I struggle along. I'll get back to the corn and
   the open fields. Don't fret, love, I'll come out all right.

Back of Chicago the open fields. Were you ever there—trains coming toward
   you out of the West—streaks of light on the long gray plains? Many a