Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Kin

Brother, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother—
Not for years, anyhow;
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,
Hold you close, wrap you in circles,
Use you and change you—
Maybe thousands of years, brother.

1. Wistful
2. Timesweep
3. Hits and Runs
4. Government
5. Old-fashioned Requited Love

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