CARL SANDBURG
Deep-Red Roses
About the print version
Deep-Red Roses
The Century illustrated monthly magazine
Carl Sandburg
Illustrator Maud and Miska Petersham Illustrator Raoul Dufy
The Century Co.
New York
1923
Published: 1923
ONE morning when big white clouds were shouldering each other's shoulders,
rolling on the rollers of a big blue sky, Wiffle the Chick came along where the
Potato Face Blind Man sat shining the brass bickerjiggers on his accordion.
"Do you like to shine up the brass bickerjiggers?" asked Wiffle the Chick.
"Yes," he answered. "One time a long time ago the brass bickerjiggers were
gold, but they stole the gold away when I wasn't looking." Then he blinked the
eyelids over his eyeballs and said: "I thank them, because they took gold they
wanted. Brass feels as good to my fingers as gold." And he went on shining up
the brass bickerjiggers on the accordion, humming a little line of an old song,
"To-morrow will never catch up with yesterday because yesterday started sooner."
"Seems like a nice morning, with the sun spilling bushels of sunshine," he
said to Wiffle the Chick, who answered: "Big white clouds are shouldering each
other's shoulders, rolling on the rollers of a big blue sky."
"Seems like it's April all over again," he murmured almost like he wasn't
talking at all.
"Seems just that way -- April all over again," murmured Wiffle almost like
she wasn't talking at all.
So they began drifting, the old man drifting his way, the girl drifting her
way, till he drifted into a story. And the story he told was like this and in
these words:
"Deep-Red Roses was a lovely girl with blue skylights like the blue skylights of early April in her eyes. ...
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