Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Black Horizons

Black horizons, come up.
Black horizons, kiss me.
That is all; so many lies; killing so cheap;
babies so cheap; blood, people so cheap; and
land high, land dear; a speck of the earth
costs; a suck at the tit of Mother Dirt so
clean and strong, it costs; fences, papers,
sheriffs; fences, laws, guns; and so many
stars and so few hours to dream; such a big
song and so little a footing to stand and
sing; take a look; wars to come; red rivers
to cross.
Black horizons, come up.
Black horizons, kiss me.

1. Wistful
2. Timesweep
3. Murmurings in a Field Hospital
4. Hits and Runs
5. Government

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1699

Последние стихотворения

To English version