Among The Red Guns Poem by Carl Sandburg

Among The Red Guns

Rating: 3.0


Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Dreams go on.

Among the leather saddles,
In the heads of soldiers
Heavy in the wracks and kills
Of all straight fighting:
Dreams go on.

Among the hot muzzles,
In the hands of soldiers
Brought from flesh-folds of women--
Soft amid the blood and crying--
In all your hearts and heads
Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:

Dreams,
Dreams go on,
Out of the dead on their backs,
Broken and no use any more:
Dreams of the way and the end go on.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bleeding Madras . 18 November 2007

Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders of their countries dictate. Their own dreams no longer matter.

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Bleeding Madras . 18 November 2007

Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders of their countries dictate. Their own dreams no longer matter.

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Bleeding Madras . 18 November 2007

Soldiers have no choice they must march as the leaders of their countries dictate. Their own dreams no longer matter.

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Seamus O Brian 25 September 2016

hmmm....this one just didn't do it for me. I'm not sure why, the imagery was sharp, but not really paralyzing. Given the potential of the subject, I don't think it plumbed the depths of pathos as deeply as it might. Poignant, yes.

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Rajnish Manga 25 September 2016

amid the blood and crying- In all your hearts and heads Among the guns and saddles and muzzles: / Very poignant poem reflecting horrors and futility of wars. Thanks that the poet has voiced the concerns of people the world over.

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Madhabi Banerjee 25 September 2016

excellent! It's the respected dedication all the soldiers of all time.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 September 2016

Running free blood! ! Thanks for sharing.

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M Asim Nehal 25 September 2016

Ya true....

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Ian Singer 17 September 2008

i like this poem it in a way talks about me and my gang life i march with red guns and red ones we are bloods and we keep the red up

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