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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