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Carl Sandburg - Memoir

PAPA JOFFRE, the shoulders of him wide as the land of France.
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium.
A fat mayor has spoken much English and the mud of his speech is crossed with quicksilver hisses elusive and rapid from floor
and gallery.
A neat governor speaks English and the listeners ring chimes to his clear thoughts.
Joffre speaks a few words in French; this is a voice of the long firing line that runs from the salt sea dunes of Flanders to
the white spear crags of the Swiss mountains.
This is the man on whose yes and no has hung the death of battalions and brigades; this man speaks of the tricolor of his
country now melted in a great resolve with the starred bunting of Lincoln and Washington.
This is the hero of the Marne, massive, irreckonable; he lets tears roll down his cheek; they trickle a wet salt off his chin
onto the blue coat.
There is a play of American hands and voices equal to sea-breakers and a lift of white sun on a stony beach.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 12. Memoir
Volume: Cornhuskers
- Shenandoah
Year: Published/Written in 1918

Comment 1 of 1, added on April 21st, 2012 at 9:53 AM.

This is one of my favorite poems. When I was still a TV pdcourer, every time we had a foggy day, I would try to get my weather anchor to read this poem. He acted like I was nuts.

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