Treasure Island

Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Grass


Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
          I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor:
          What place is this?
          Where are we now?

          I am the grass.
          Let me work.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
10 person liked.
1 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: work

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Grass by Carl Sandburg )

Enter the verification code :

  • Brian Conklin (7/4/2012 11:44:00 PM)

    It is a great poem but now I came back from OEF, one of those faceless names at Arlington was my friend. Before he was killed by an IED we laughed, shared jokes, talked about the future, he even gave me advice about my son. The grass does take over but some still remember. Gettysburg and Ypres are long ago but my friend was not and he was a real person with friends and family. I guess he was just like like those guys at Gettysburg and Ypres. I miss him but he was real and he was my friend. (Report) Reply

  • Jane Moon (5/15/2009 11:59:00 AM)

    The horrific deeds or war, destruction of men, incomprehensible evils, all seem eradicated by nature's gentle work. Grass covers all, in time, but should the devastation be forgotten? (Report) Reply

Read all 4 comments »

New Poems

  1. daddy issues, Ivana Valasikova
  2. [Challenge] Entrees for September- You C.., Brian Johnston
  3. Dead men walk!, bryan wallace
  4. Tangnai Horni Simang, Boro Brahma
  5. Baonw Haya Ang, Boro Brahma
  6. If People Were Pooches, Rachel LeBaron
  7. My heart needs a rest, Jesus James Llorico
  8. Empty life حياة فارغة, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  9. Elizabeth my Muse of love poetry., Erato
  10. I Am Not, Asit Kumar Sanyal

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  5. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  6. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  7. My Love Is Like To Ice, Edmund Spenser
  8. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]