MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two / days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]
STATISTICS
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NAPOLEON shifted,
Restless in the old sarcophagus
And murmured to a watchguard:
Who goes there?
Twenty-one million men,
Soldiers, armies, guns,
Twenty-one million
Afoot, horseback,
In the air,
Under the sea.
And Napoleon turned to his sleep:
It is not my world answering;
It is some dreamer who knows not
The world I marched in
From Calais to Moscow.
And he slept on
In the old sarcophagus
While the aeroplanes
Droned their motors
Between Napoleon's mausoleum
And the cool night stars.
More poems by Carl Sandburg
POPULATION DRIFTS
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her / a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills in
DREAM GIRL
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, / Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
JOY
LET a joy keep you. / Reach out your hands