Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Night Stuff - Poem by Carl Sandburg

LISTEN a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman, lost in a silver dress, lost in a circus rider's silver dress.

Listen a while, the lake by night is a lonely woman, a lovely woman, circled with birches and pines mixing their green and white among stars shattered in spray clear nights.

I know the moon and the lake have twisted the roots under my heart the same as a lonely woman, a lovely woman, in a silver dress, in a circus rider's silver dress.

Comments about Night Stuff by Carl Sandburg

  • Gold Star - 19,219 Points Ramesh Rai (9/27/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    Nice comparision of lonely woman with that of moon n lake. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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