Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never
let out a whisper.
Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you
answered with grey eyes never blinking, shut lips
never talking.
Not one croak of anything you know has come from your
cat crouch of ages.
I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my
questions: I know the answers you hold.
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Correction.
Stephen Crane wrote "The Red Badge of Courage," not Carl Sandburg. -
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I never thought that Carl Sandburg was a poet all that I knew of him was "The Red Badge of Courage. This piece of work was very well written and I just hope I can read some more of his works.This is very appealing . -
I pretty much loved this poem. It feels very elegant in a strange sort of way. Very pretty, almost. I love a lot of what Carl Sandburg writes though, he's got a very distinct, very appealing style.
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I felt this piece was a bit too repetitious in certain words coming to the end of the piece. But, other than that, I like the thought behind this piece. Or the thought in the character of this piece, if any thought(s) are there at all.
I have sometimes, even in my youth, wondered upon these same things. Do buildings in the shape of creatures or beings actually have thought? They have presence, yet, do they have thought?
Statues and the such as well. It gives the ideas and the impression within each boundary that is focused and un-focused and I feel it perpetuates within and expands outward and swallows the air that is in front of it.
There's thought to this, from not only Sandburg's standpoint but as well the object of which he speaks of.
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Great poem! I'd love to go to Egypt and see the Great Sphinx. This poem really makes me feel like I'm there, though, or were there. I like the reinforcement of the silence of the sphinx. Good job.
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Not in a commenting mood, but this is amazing.
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