| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Smoke and Steel. 1922. |
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| V. Mist Forms |
| 34. Three Spring Notations on Bipeds |
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THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, | |
| The wing catch of arrested flight, | |
| The stop midway and then off: off for triangles, circles, loops of new hieroglyphs | |
| This is Aprils way: a woman: | |
| O yes, Im here again and your heart | 5 |
| knows I was coming. | |
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2
White pigeons rush at the sun, | |
| A marathon of wing feats is on: | |
| Who most loves danger? Who most loves wings? Who somersaults for Gods sake in the name of wing power in the sun and blue on an April Thursday. | |
| So ten winged heads, ten winged feet, race their white forms over Elmhurst. | 10 |
| They go fast: once the ten together were a feather of foam bubble, a chrysanthemum whirl speaking to silver and azure. | |
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3
The child is on my shoulders. | |
| In the prairie moonlight the childs legs hang over my shoulders. | |
| She sits on my neck and I hear her calling me a good horse. | |
| She slides downand into the moon silver of a prairie stream | 15 |
| She throws a stone and laughs at the clug-clug. | |
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