Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Timesweep

I was born in the morning of the world,
So I know how morning looks
morning in the valley wanting,
morning on a mountain wanting.
Morning looks like people look,
like a cornfield wanting corn,
like a sea wanting ships.
Tell me about any strong, beautiful wanting,
And there is your morning, my morning,
everybody's morning.

1. Two Neighbors
2. Arithmetic
3. Love Beyond Keeping
4. The Great Hunt
5. Wars

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