I want to find this poem and the poet. I remember more lines. 'The wind's in the corn and you rub your hands for beeves hereafter ready for market...And I never started to plow in my life that I wasn't called away to a dance or.....'
'If the people find you can fiddle, then fiddle you must for all your life.' It ends--'I ended up with a broken laugh, a broken fiddle, and not a single regret.' I quote the 'fiddle you must for all your life' line all the time. The poem meant a lot to me when I was in high school and I want to find it again. I know it is an American poet--male and I'm sure 20th century.
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