greykit.poetry — Carl Sandburg
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1918
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Grass
Austerlitz, Waterloo, Gettysburg, Ypres and Verdun are shovelled under and the grass gets to work — until the passengers no longer know what place this is. I am the grass. Let me work.
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1916
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Fog
Six lines: the fog comes on little cat feet, sits on silent haunches looking over harbor and city, and moves on.
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1914
[carl-sandburg]
Chicago
Hog Butcher for the World — the charges of wickedness, crookedness and brutality are all admitted, and then thrown back as a boast: a tall bold slugger laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth.
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