Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Crimson - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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