Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Among the Red Guns


Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Dreams go on.

Among the leather saddles,
In the heads of soldiers
Heavy in the wracks and kills
Of all straight fighting:
Dreams go on.

Among the hot muzzles,
In the hands of soldiers
Brought from flesh-folds of women--
Soft amid the blood and crying--
In all your hearts and heads
Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:

Dreams,
Dreams go on,
Out of the dead on their backs,
Broken and no use any more:
Dreams of the way and the end go on.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ian Singer (9/17/2008 8:48:00 AM)

    i like this poem it in a way talks about me and my gang life i march with red guns and red ones we are bloods and we keep the red up (Report) Reply

  • Bleeding Madras . (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)

    Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders
    of their countries dictate.
    Their own dreams no longer matter. (Report) Reply

  • Bleeding Madras . (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)

    Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders
    of their countries dictate.
    Their own dreams no longer matter. (Report) Reply

  • Bleeding Madras . (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)

    Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders
    of their countries dictate.
    Their own dreams no longer matter. (Report) Reply

  • Dancing In Between Dreams (5/29/2006 11:44:00 PM)

    a wonderful poem about the dreams that seem lost in the midst of war but in the shadows of everything do exsist.Dreams that were once there to guide us, lead us to reaching out for what we want but all dreams are in war are worthless thoughts.A well written poem.Beautiful indeed. (Report) Reply

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