Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

They Ask Each Other Where They Came From - Poem by Carl Sandburg

AM I the river your white birds fly over?
Are you the green valley my silver channels roam?
The two of us a bowl of blue sky day time and a bowl of red stars night time?
Who picked you
out of the first great whirl of nothings
and threw you here?


Comments about They Ask Each Other Where They Came From by Carl Sandburg

  • Susan Williams (11/29/2015 3:15:00 PM)


    Reading this puts a great big smile on my face- -he paints a scene so quick and sure and then asks the greatest philosophical question of all times in such a beautiful way (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014


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