Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Pigeon

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep-
This flutters here in a woman's hand.
 
A singing sleep cry,
A drunken poignant two lines of song,
Somebody looking clean into yesterday
And remembering, or looking clean into
To-morrow, and reading,-
This sings here as a woman's sleep cry sings.
 
Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.

1. Smoke Rose Gold
2. Bath
3. Nigger
4. Caboose Thoughts
5. Sandpipers

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