Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Murmurings In A Field Hospital - Poem by Carl Sandburg

[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two
days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]

Come to me only with playthings now. . .
A picture of a singing woman with blue eyes
Standing at a fence of hollyhocks, poppies and sunflowers. . .
Or an old man I remember sitting with children telling stories
Of days that never happened anywhere in the world. . .

No more iron cold and real to handle,
Shaped for a drive straight ahead.
Bring me only beautiful useless things.
Only old home things touched at sunset in the quiet. . .
And at the window one day in summer
Yellow of the new crock of butter
Stood against the red of new climbing roses. . .
And the world was all playthings.


Comments about Murmurings In A Field Hospital by Carl Sandburg

  • Brian Jani (7/7/2014 4:56:00 AM)


    what a well penned poem i enjoyed the read to the end (Report) Reply

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  • (5/15/2009 12:40:00 PM)


    Catastrophically wounded in war, peace comes in the form of images of home and contentment. Before death, the memories of loved ones singing, gardens flowering, children listening to stories, simple home and its things, all give comfort. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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