Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Evening Waterfall - Poem by Carl Sandburg

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?


Comments about Evening Waterfall by Carl Sandburg

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


    A sweet poem. I like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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