Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

To Beachey, 1912 - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Riding against the east,
A veering, steady shadow
Purrs the motor-call
Of the man-bird
Ready with the death-laughter
In his throat
And in his heart always
The love of the big blue beyond.

Only a man,
A far fleck of shadow on the east
Sitting at ease
With his hands on a wheel
And around him the large gray wings.
Hold him, great soft wings,
Keep and deal kindly, O wings,
With the cool, calm shadow at the wheel.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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