I AM a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing–humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the
tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through
me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the
shine drying,
A copper wire.
Under A Telephone Pole
Analysis, meaning and summary of Carl Sandburg's poem Under A Telephone Pole
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Did you know that we are ALL copper wires? Electronic experts or not.
The original Pem had different spacing. Sandburg published it like this:
UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE
I AM a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing–humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the
tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through
me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the
shine drying,
A copper wire.
you might try to fix it.