Evening Waterfall Poem by Carl Sandburg
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?
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4/16/2024 10:02:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's so sweet and enchanting but it doesn't seem like it's about a waterfall