Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLAT LANDS, by CARL SANDBURG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Flat lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying Last Line: Stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this april night. | ||||||||
FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands -- blood and fire of sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over you. And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night. "Lots for Sale -- Easy Terms" run letters painted on a board -- and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG |
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