Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Crucible - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.

Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus
of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into
one stream, forgets the past and rolls on.

The sea-mist green of the bowl's bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by
quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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