Saturday, June 14, 2014

Saturday Poetry

 

Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerliz and Waterloo. 
Shovel them under and let me work---
                      I am the grass; I cover all. 
And pile them high at Gettysburg 
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. 
Shovel them under and let me work. 
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
                      What place is this?
                      Where are we now?

                      I am the grass. 
                      Let me work. 

Carl Sandburg, 1918

2 comments:

Rambling Woods said...

New poem to me

Florence said...

It was written after World War I. Just think how many more places could be added to that terrible list now.