INTO the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
And the long sand changes
And to-day is a goner
And to-day is not worth haggling over.
 
    Here in Omaha
    The gloaming is bitter
    As in Chicago
    Or Kenosha.
 
The long sand changes.
To-day is a goner.
Time knocks in another brass nail.
Another yellow plunger shoots the dark.
 
    Constellations
    Wheeling over Omaha
    As in Chicago
    Or Kenosha.
 
The long sand is gone
          and all the talk is stars.
They circle in a dome over Nebraska.

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 12. Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window
Volume: Cornhuskers
- Cornhuskers
Year: Published/Written in 1918
Poem of the Day: Sep 20 2012

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