The Woman Named Tomorrow
Michael Tilson Thomas, Carl Sandburg
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
