Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Whirls


NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.

Cinders-these-hissing in a marl and lime of Chicago-also these-the howling of northwest winds across North and South Dakota-or the spatter of winter spray on sea rocks of Kamchatka.

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

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