POPULATION DRIFTS
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her / a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills in
PLOWBOY
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AFTER the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
Formed into moving shadows, I saw
A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray,
Plowing in the dusk the last furrow.
The turf had a gleam of brown,
And smell of soil was in the air,
And, cool and moist, a haze of April.
I shall remember you long,
Plowboy and horses against the sky in shadow.
I shall remember you and the picture
You made for me,
Turning the turf in the dusk
And haze of an April gloaming.
More poems by Carl Sandburg
BUTTONS
I HAVE been watching the war map slammed up for / advertising in front of the newspaper office.
DREAM GIRL
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, / Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
THE MIST
I AM the mist, the impalpable mist, / Back of the thing you seek.