I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
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This gave me the feeling of change, moving onwards through the ever changing earth, not un feeling, but strong in conviction and principle...remaining true to what one deems true, and not letting one self get put down by the constant slander thrown around day by day. Quite inspiring to me in content, and very creatively used adjectives to describe motion.
peace
chris -
This gave me the image of a man (or woman but more over a man) walking down a desolate dirt road during the day and just picking up rocks or pebbles and throwing them to the side.
That's the image in which this piece gave me. And I feel that could be what this piece is about. Though yes it could of course be more than that - as always with pieces by Sandburg. But sometimes he's simple and that's what he could be here - simple.
A good piece by Sandburg.
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