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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1147.
After a hundred years
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day:
Jun 8 2012
Comment 1 of 1, added on June 8th, 2012 at 4:37 PM.
Carl Sandburg - Grass
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.
Excuse me, if I misappreciate these two peoms, but I like them both, not as some contempary poets alway trying to show their scholastic latent of being abstractism of matephor.
tai-wai lee
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Carl Sandburg - Grass
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.
Excuse me, if I misappreciate these two peoms, but I like them both, not as some contempary poets alway trying to show their scholastic latent of being abstractism of matephor.
tai-wai lee