Friday, July 6, 2012

goober \GOO-ber\ noun

Goober, eh?  They're giving me the "peanut" definition, but I think they mean I can be a little overly sentimental.  Especially with great ones like this:

Crossing Ohio When Poppies Bloom in Ashtabula
1
Go away. Leave the high winds of May
blowing over the fields of grape vines
near the northwest corner of Pennsylvania.
Leave the doorstep peonies
pushing high bosoms at passers— by
in northern Ohio towns in May.

Leave the boys flying light blue kites
on a deep blue sky; and the yellow, the
yellow spilling over the drinking rims
of the buttercups, piling their yellows
into foam blown sea rims of yellow;
Go away; go to New York,
Broadway, Fifth Avenue, glass
lights and leaves, glass faces,
fingers; go

2
Pick me poppies in Ohio,
mother.
Pick me poppies in the back yard
in Ashtabula.
May going, poppies coming, summer humming:
make it a poppy summer, mother; the leaves
sing in the silk, the leaves sing a tawny
red gold; seven sunsets saved themselves
to be here now.

Pick me poppies, mother; go, May; wash me,
summer; shoot up this back yard in Ashta—
bula, shoot it up, give us a daylight fire—
works in Ohio, burn it up with tawny red
gold.

— Carl Sandburg

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