Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Smoke Rose Gold

THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river.
  Out of haze over the sunset,
  Out of a smoke rose gold:
One star shines over the sunset.
Night takes the dome and the river, 
                    the sun and the smoke rose gold,
The haze changes from sunset to star.
The pour of a thin silver struggles against the dark.
A star might call: It's a long way across.

1. Bath
2. Nigger
3. Caboose Thoughts
4. Sandpipers
5. Joliet

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