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		<title>Prairie Spring</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2015 07:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Willa Cather</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Evening and the flat land,<br /> Rich and sombre and always silent;<br /> The miles of fresh-plowed soil,<br /> Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness;<br /> The growing wheat, the growing weeds,<br /> The toiling horses, the tired men;<br /> The long empty roads,<br /> Sullen fires of sunset, fading,<br /> The eternal, unresponsive sky.<br /> Against all this, Youth,<br /> Flaming like the wild roses,<br /> Singing like the larks over the plowed fields,<br /> Flashing like a star out of the twilight;<br /> Youth with its insupportable sweetness,<br /> Its fierce necessity,<br /> Its sharp desire,<br /> Singing and singing,<br /> Out of the lips of silence,<br /> Out of the earthy dusk.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Evening and the flat land,<br />
Rich and sombre and always silent;<br />
The miles of fresh-plowed soil,<br />
Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness;<br />
The growing wheat, the growing weeds,<br />
The toiling horses, the tired men;<br />
The long empty roads,<br />
Sullen fires of sunset, fading,<br />
The eternal, unresponsive sky.<br />
Against all this, Youth,<br />
Flaming like the wild roses,<br />
Singing like the larks over the plowed fields,<br />
Flashing like a star out of the twilight;<br />
Youth with its insupportable sweetness,<br />
Its fierce necessity,<br />
Its sharp desire,<br />
Singing and singing,<br />
Out of the lips of silence,<br />
Out of the earthy dusk.</p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2015/03/20/prairie-spring/chronicles/poetry/">Prairie Spring</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org">Zócalo Public Square</a>.</p>
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