From the Shore by Carl Sandburg


 

A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.

Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

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3 comments on “From the Shore by Carl Sandburg

  1. bennythomas says:

    Lone gray bird with wings outstretched
    Are you suspended in mid air
    Or transfixed by the waves breaking-
    Thin spry of foam rustling
    To its feathered points?

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  2. Sandburg fans will enjoy the entry at Fred’s Place today:
    http://freds-ramblings.blogspot.com/

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