Alfred Kreymborg

(1883-1966 / United States)

Whitman - Poem by Alfred Kreymborg

AFTER we've had
our age of gold
and sung our song of brass,
fingers will brush
the age aside,
fingers and leaves
of grass.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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