HOT gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.
Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishers, spreads a chorus of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into one stream, forgets the past and rolls on.
The sea-mist green of the bowl’s bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Carl Sandburg's poem Crucible

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