| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Loam | | By Carl Sandburg |
| | From My People | | My people are gray, |
| pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray. |
| I call them beautiful, |
| and I wonder where they are going. |
IN the loam we sleep, | |
| In the cool moist loam, | |
| To the lull of years that pass | |
| And the break of stars, | |
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| From the loam, then, | 5 |
| The soft warm loam, | |
| We rise: | |
| To shape of rose leaf, | |
| Of face and shoulder. | |
| We stand, then, | 10 |
| To a whiff of life, | |
| Lifted to the silver of the sun | |
| Over and out of the loam | |
| A day. | | | | |
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