Smash down the cities.
Knock the walls to pieces.
Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses
Into loose piles of stone and lumber and black
You are the soldiers and we command you.
Build up the cities.
Set up the walls again.
Put together once more the factories and cathedrals,
warehouses and homes
Into buildings for life and labor:
You are workmen and citizens all: We
par Carl Sandburg, publié le dim. 27/02/2011 à 09:22
Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
between Brussels and Paris.
par Carl Sandburg, publié le ven. 25/02/2011 à 00:22
The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always.
It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets.
par Carl Sandburg, publié le jeu. 17/02/2011 à 11:26
I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter
par Carl Sandburg, publié le lun. 14/02/2011 à 15:34
You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,
The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
par Carl Sandburg, publié le mer. 09/02/2011 à 11:41
I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.
I will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashes