Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

poet Carl Sandburg
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Child Moon - Poem by Carl Sandburg

The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.


Comments about Child Moon by Carl Sandburg

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (9/5/2014 7:16:00 AM)


    i am this
    the child that makes the moon her nightly sleeping pill     (Report) Reply

    Naida Nepascua Supnet (11/14/2014 5:54:00 PM)

    And I can not believe I am reading this poem again.. very nice

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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