(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O’CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a
cornfield.
  
The red dust of a rusty crimson is fixed with two fingers of lavender. A hook of smoke, a woman’s nose in charcoal and
… nothing.
  
The timberline turns in a cover of purple. A grain elevator humps a shoulder. One steel star whisks out a pointed fire.
Moonlight comes on the stubble.
  
“Jesus in an Illinois barn early this morning, the baby Jesus … in flannels …”

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Poet: Carl Sandburg (Carl Sandburg Art)
Poem: 8. Rusty Crimson
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- IX. Haze
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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