A lone gray bird,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.
Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.
Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Thu 05.21.2009 at 03:46
The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Wed 05.20.2009 at 08:49
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Tue 04.21.2009 at 15:02
I am The Great White Way of the city:
When you ask what is my desire, I answer:
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sat 04.18.2009 at 04:46
There was a high majestic fooling
Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.
And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 04.05.2009 at 06:04
Down between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
The hunger voices mock.
The worn wayfaring men