Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Sea Slant

On up the sea slant,
On up the horizon,
The ship limps.

The bone of her nose fog-gray,
The heart of her sea-strong,
She came a long way,
She goes a long way.

On up the sea slant,
On up the horizon,
She limps sea-strong, fog-gray

She is a green-lit night gray.
She comes and goes in sea-fog.
Up the horizon slant she limps.

1. Hope Is a Tattered Flag
2. Arithmetic
3. A Coin
4. Baby Toes
5. I Am the People, the Mob

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