Treasure Island

Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Smoke Rose Gold


THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river.
Out of haze over the sunset,
Out of a smoke rose gold:
One star shines over the sunset.
Night takes the dome and the river, the sun and the smoke rose gold,
The haze changes from sunset to star.
The pour of a thin silver struggles against the dark.
A star might call: It's a long way across.

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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