Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Among The Red Guns - Poem by Carl Sandburg

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 about Among The Red Guns by Carl Sandburg

  • Seamus O Brian (9/25/2016 5:37:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (9/25/2016 10:48:00 AM)

    Among The Red Guns
    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.
    (Report) Reply

  • Madhabi Banerjee (9/25/2016 10:37:00 AM)


    excellent! It's the respected dedication all the soldiers of all time. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/25/2016 12:31:00 AM)

    Among The Red Guns
    Running free blood! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/25/2016 10:45:00 AM)

    Ya true....

  • (9/17/2008 8:48:00 AM)


    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 (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)


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

  • (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)


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

  • (11/18/2007 9:13:00 AM)


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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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