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by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)

The woman named To‑morrow
Language: English 
               "The past is a bucket of ashes."

1
The woman named To-morrow
sits with a hairpin in her teeth
and takes her time
and does her hair the way she wants it
and fastens at last the last braid and coil
and puts the hairpin where it belongs
and turns and drawls: Well, what of it?
My grandmother, Yesterday, is gone.
What of it? Let the dead be dead.
  
2
The doors were cedar
and the panels strips of gold
and the girls were golden girls
and the panels read and the girls chanted:
  We are the greatest city,
  the greatest nation:
  nothing like us ever was.
  
The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
  where the golden girls ran and the panels read:
  We are the greatest city,        20
  the greatest nation,
  nothing like us ever was.
  
3
It has happened before.
Strong men put up a city and got
  a nation together,
And paid singers to sing and women
  to warble: We are the greatest city,
    the greatest nation,
    nothing like us ever was.
  
And while the singers sang
and the strong men listened
and paid the singers well
and felt good about it all,
  there were rats and lizards who listened
  ... and the only listeners left now
  ... are ... the rats ... and the lizards.
  
And there are black crows
crying, "Caw, caw,"
bringing mud and sticks
building a nest
over the words carved
on the doors where the panels were cedar
and the strips on the panels were gold
and the golden girls came singing:
  We are the greatest city,
  the greatest nation:
  nothing like us ever was.
  
The only singers now are crows crying, "Caw, caw,"
And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways.
And the only listeners now are ... the rats ... and the lizards.
  
4
The feet of the rats
scribble on the door sills;
the hieroglyphs of the rat footprints
chatter the pedigrees of the rats
and babble of the blood
and gabble of the breed
of the grandfathers and the great-grandfathers
of the rats.
  
And the wind shifts
and the dust on a door sill shifts
and even the writing of the rat footprints
tells us nothing, nothing at all
about the greatest city, the greatest nation
where the strong men listened
and the women warbled: Nothing like us ever was.

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Text Authorship:

  • by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967), "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind", appears in Smoke and Steel, first published 1920 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Elaine M. Erickson (b. 1941), "Lamentations" [ SATB chorus, narrator, flute, oboe, clarinet, bass clarinet, percussion ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Joseph Kantor (b. 1930), "Playthings of the wind", recorded 1976 [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Stephen Paulus (b. 1949), "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind", first performed 1990 [ SSAATTBB chorus a cappella ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Michael Tilson Thomas (b. 1944), "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind", 2016, first performed 2018 [ soprano and orchestra ], Kongcha [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-06-18
Line count: 70
Word count: 398

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