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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 38.
Buckwheat
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day:
Nov 9 2012
Comment 3 of 3, added on November 9th, 2012 at 3:23 AM.
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Stroll Near a War Cemetery:
Sprouting amid fresh green grass Stones
All lulled within peaceful green grove,
Sleeping below, the brave soldiers’ bones
And between the graves there flutters a dove
Feathers and the bones hear no cacophony
Here in melodious calm lay a war cemetery
And I every day walk near the place
Quietude and white stones within greenery admire
And long for the resting space
No shriek there up or low and no lust of desire
And no fighting voices of cacophony
And none of the shadows in the city
Then the tombs I leave behind and a song
And walk into confusion of vertical tall stones
Here and there echo the footsteps of a throng
And hollow speech of the competing tones
And dream of the morning walk I carry
Of tomorrow’s stroll near the war cemetery
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad
Comment 2 of 3, added on March 14th, 2006 at 10:00 PM.
I'm doing a project, and I have to find poems that have to do with circles, and this poem would work because it repetes things over and over. It also works because mentions circles and I think this this is a nice interesting poem that I could use for it ! Thank you!
Jasmine from United States
Comment 1 of 3, added on September 15th, 2005 at 12:35 AM.
Hello
Dear Mr. and Ms. how are you/
we are large trade company in caucasas and we want to cooparate with you. We are greatly intereste din your products, in buckwheat.Please be so kind and sen us the orises of your product.send us the prises and after we will make the order.
Thank you beforehand
Best regards
Miss. Natia
Natia from Georgia, Republic of
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Stroll Near a War Cemetery:
Sprouting amid fresh green grass Stones
All lulled within peaceful green grove,
Sleeping below, the brave soldiers’ bones
And between the graves there flutters a dove
Feathers and the bones hear no cacophony
Here in melodious calm lay a war cemetery
And I every day walk near the place
Quietude and white stones within greenery admire
And long for the resting space
No shriek there up or low and no lust of desire
And no fighting voices of cacophony
And none of the shadows in the city
Then the tombs I leave behind and a song
And walk into confusion of vertical tall stones
Here and there echo the footsteps of a throng
And hollow speech of the competing tones
And dream of the morning walk I carry
Of tomorrow’s stroll near the war cemetery
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad