| OUT of the fire | |
| Came a man sunken | |
| To less than cinders, | |
| A tea-cup of ashes or so. | |
| And I, | 5 |
| The gold in the house, | |
| Writhed into a stiff pool. |
Friday, September 23, 2011
Carl Sandburg
I'm becoming obsessed with him I had always thought of him as that guy who wrote that overrated poem about fog as a cat they made us read in the eigth grade. I couldn't have been more wrong
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