Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Between Two Hills - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Between two hills
The old town stands.
The houses loom
And the roofs and trees
And the dusk and the dark,
The damp and the dew
Are there.

The prayers are said
And the people rest
For sleep is there
And the touch of dreams
Is over all.

Comments about Between Two Hills by Carl Sandburg

  • Rookie - 52 Points Goran Gustafsson (3/9/2010 11:23:00 AM)

    I read just the opposite. A place were everything has come to a standstill. A place without creativity. Where life is not, only dreams. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jane Moon (5/15/2009 11:12:00 AM)

    There is beauty in this town and its people. The poem celebrates peace and simplicity, and hints of comfort in a small town at evening. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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