I've decided to be, you see,
a regular Carl Sandburg.
I'll paint with the grays
of immortal steel beams
and draw with the rust
of cotton and dreams.
I'll dance in the fields
in the early morning dawn.
By night, kneel on Chicago's
unforgiving lawn
I'll fly over the scrapers.
skimming roofs on my way
and brand behind my eyes
the faces of a new day.
I'll let the sharp steel structures
bite into my conflicting heart,
pierce this gloomy city,
let it rend me apart.
Oh I've decided to be, you see,
a regular Carl Sandburg.
Askin from whence THIS came from will award you only a blank, dumb stare. I'm clueless.
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Reviewed on February 18, 2002
this is the best kind, it comes from that PLACE from which we write...i love it
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