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Thursday, March 8, 2007

The Year

I

A storm of white petals,
Buds throwing open baby fists
Into hands of broad flowers.

II

Red roses running upward,
Clambering to the clutches of life
Soaked in crimson.

III

Rabbles of tattered leaves
Holding golden flimsy hopes
Against the tramplings
Into the pits and gullies.

IV

Hoarfrost and silence:
Only the muffling
Of winds dark and lonesome–
Great lullabies to the long sleepers.

Carl Sandburg

posted by michael at 10:27 pm  

11 Comments »

  1. Has Louise Gluck ever read Sandburg, I wonder?

    Comment by FierceBaby — March 9, 2007 @ 9:27 am

  2. I’m confused. It that because she could learn much from Carl, or has, perhaps, learned too much? I find Carl much easier to follow than Louise.

    Comment by michael — March 9, 2007 @ 1:13 pm

  3. To my mind, I think she could learn a great deal from Carl, whose images are often profound and infinitely at hand.

    Comment by FierceBaby — March 9, 2007 @ 6:14 pm

  4. Yeah.

    But did you know she’s La Rad’s favorite poet?

    Comment by michael — March 9, 2007 @ 6:34 pm

  5. If she’s LaRad’s favorite poet, we know two different LaRads!

    Comment by FierceBaby — March 9, 2007 @ 8:18 pm

  6. How’s she feel about Carl?

    Comment by anon — March 9, 2007 @ 10:34 pm

  7. Where is she?

    Comment by FierceBaby — March 10, 2007 @ 5:49 am

  8. I love this poem. Simple elegance.

    Comment by Jen — March 10, 2007 @ 7:29 am

  9. I think she moved out of state with her two dogs.

    Comment by michael — March 10, 2007 @ 8:01 am

  10. I saw a poem with verse numbers and never read it! Therefore I missed the comments as well. Sorry. La Rad doesn’t like this Sandburg fellow anymore than she likes that Gluck woman.

    I am sticking with the lower case poets…e.e. cummings (who apparently didn’t like his lower case-ness …gotta love wikipedia); a.a. milne; ogden nash.

    Introspective Reflection

    I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
    Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.

    Cute, right? And understandable the first time you read it.

    I like T.S. Eliot as well (the cat poems anyway). But I prefer he were t.s. eliot.

    Comment by Chris — March 10, 2007 @ 9:37 am

  11. Welcome back!

    Comment by FierceBaby — March 10, 2007 @ 9:50 am

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