Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Under A Telephone Pole - Poem by Carl Sandburg

I am a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the
tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through
me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the
shine drying,
A copper wire.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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