Happy Birthday, Carl!

Today in Galesburg, Illinois, in 1878 Carl Sandburg was born.

A couple of his shorter works:

The Fog

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunch
and then moves on.



Grass

PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
     I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
     What place is this?
     Where are we now?

     I am the grass.

     Let me work.