PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

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


  1. Maddy says:

    I love this poem! It’s one of my facourites. But can someone please tell me a good website for annotations about ‘Grass’?

  2. carmelo says:

    its gay

  3. sean says:

    hey guys can someone talk abt the figurative language in this poem coz i have an exam on this poem plzzzzzz
    thanks alot

  4. Morgan says:

    I feel this poem is about how the grass covers the battle fields in which the bodies of the soliders have been buried. Everytime you look at a big field remember Carl Sanburg…. “I am the grass; I cover all”

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