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#0239: Willa Cather to Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, July 5 [1912]

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I’m hoping for a line from you1 that will tell me you are better and at work. I have just come back from the Bohemian country7, and next week I go up there again to see the wheat harvest. It is a great sight and I have not beheld it for years. All the [illegible] prosperous Bohemians have gone back8 to Prague9 to a great musical festival. Six hundred left Omaha10 a few weeks ago. I shall start for Pittsburgh11 in about two weeks from now. There I shall fall to work. I’ve a new story12 in mind that will terrify Mr. Greenslet13. I think I’ll call it “The White Mulberry Tree.”14

W. S. C. THIS SIDE OF CARD IS FOR ADDRESS ONLY Evening and the flat land15, Rich and somber and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; The growing wheat, the growing weeds, The toiling horses, the tired men, The long, empty roads, The sullen fires of sunset dying, fading, The eternal, unresponsive sky. Against all this, Youth, Flaming like the wild roses, Singing like the larks over the plowed fields, Flashing like a star out of the twilight; Youth, with its insupportable sweetness, Its sha fierce necessity, Its sharp desire; Singing and singing, Out of the lips of silence, Out of the earthy dusk. This is how the wheat country seemed to me three weeks ago when I first came back from the Southwest16. There’s another note in it now.
Miss Elizabeth S. Sergeant1 4 Hawthorn Road Brookline3 Mass. Chesh Chesham N. H. c/o Mr. H. G. Pearson. NEBR.2 5 JUL 1912 BROOKLINE MASS.3 8 JUL 1912 5 PM Forty-four East Twenty-third Street4 New York5 CHESHAM N. H.6 JUL 9 12