Fog and Soup

I've been reading Carl Sandburg poems lately. I like them.

BUBBLES

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves.

They flickered out saying:

"It was worth being a bubble just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds."

SHIRT

My shirt is a token and symbol,

more than a cover for sun and rain,

my shirt is a signal,

and a teller of souls.

I can take off my shirt and tear it,

and so make a ripping razzly noise,

and the people will say,

"Look at him tear his shirt."

I can keep my shirt on.

I can stick around and sing like a little bird

and look'em all in the eye and never be fazed.

I can keep my shirt on.

LOST

Desolate and lone

All night long on the lake

Where fog trails and mist creeps,

The whistle of a boat

Calls and cries unendingly,

Like some lost child

In tears and trouble

Hunting the harbor's breast

And the harbor's eyes.

It would be worth your while too to look him up at the library or at a used book store. Rainbows are Made is the book I'm enjoying. I also have his Complete Works from the library. FOG is his most famous poem. We love SOUP.

Share your favourites with someone, will you?