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Carl Sandburg - Bones

Sling me under the sea.
Pack me down in the salt and wet.
No farmer's plow shall touch my bones.
No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak
How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth.
Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes,
Purple fish play hide-and-seek,
And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea,
Down on the floors of salt and wet.
          Sling me . . . under the sea.

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Bones - Comments and Information

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 23. Bones
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Fogs and Fires
Year: Published/Written in 1916
Poem of the Day: Apr 30 2005

Comment 6 of 6, added on June 25th, 2007 at 2:17 PM.

there is some passion in this poem sayin how he wants to go.

joesteryuh from United States
Comment 5 of 6, added on January 26th, 2007 at 12:37 AM.

The speaker wants to live in peace under the sea when he dies.

andre from United States
Comment 4 of 6, added on January 18th, 2007 at 3:39 PM.

He tells how he wants to die. He doesn't want no disturbing people or things. Just wants to rest in piece.

Izell Allen from United States

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