b"TextKnoxville: Summer of 1915, Op. 24by Samuel BarberText from James Agees prose poemwhich later served as the prologue ofhis 1957 novel A Death in the FamilyIt has become that time of eveningWhen people sit on their porchesRocking gently and talking gentlyAnd watching the streetAnd the standing up into their sphereOf possession of the trees,Of birds' hung havens, hangars.People go by; things go by.A horse, drawing a buggy,Breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt:A loud auto: a quiet auto:People in pairs, not in a hurry,Scuffling, switching their weight of aestival body,Talking casually,The taste hovering over them of vanilla,Strawberry, pasteboard, and starched milk,The image upon them of lovers and horsement,Squared with clowns in hueless amber.A streetcar raising its iron moan;Stopping;Belling and starting; stertorous;Rousing and raising againIts iron increasing moanAnd swimming its gold windows and straw seatsOn past and past and pastThe bleak spark crackling and cursing above itLike a small malignant spiritSet to dog its tracks;"