poet Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

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Evening Waterfall

What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?

The crows lift their caws on the wind,
And the wind changed and was lonely.

The warblers cry thier sleepy-songs
Across the valley gloaming,
Across the cattle-horns of early stars.

Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop
Throw an evening waterfall of sleepy-songs.

What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Waterfall lover (6/26/2020 4:13:00 AM)

    Brilliant! It was so sweet I loved it

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  • Charity NduhiuCharity Nduhiu (8/12/2015 5:00:00 AM)

    A sweet poem. I like it

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/4/2015 8:47:00 AM)

    A good poem likes it.

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