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Carl Sandburg - Snow

SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass and they
gave us a pink milk.
  
Snow changes our bones into fog streamers caught by the wind and spelled into many dances.
  
Six bits for a sniff of snow in the old days bought us bubbles beautiful to forget floating long arm women across sunny
autumn hills.
  
Our bones cry and cry, no let-up, cry their telegrams:
More, more—a yen is on, a long yen and God only knows when it will end.
  
In the old days six bits got us snow and stopped the yen—now the government says: No, no, when our bones cry their
telegrams: More, more.
  
The blue cows are dying, no more pink milk, no more floating long arm women, the hills are empty—us for the smoke
valleys—sneeze and shiver and croak, you dopes—the government says: No, no.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 4. Snow
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- VIII. Circles of Doors
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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