Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Month of Favorite Poetry, Day #26

I have had Carl Sandburg's collected works for some years now.  From time to time I'll flip it open at random and read a poem or two.  I've always thought of his poetry as a sort of flash poetry.  Little glimpses, reflections, observations.  They are short enough to enjoy anytime, but deep enough to leave you thinking once the last line ends. 

This is one of my favorites, I think because it reminds me of my childhood.  Going fishing with my dad, watching the waves roll along the surface, the fish swimming just below...and the tranquil sort of quiet that a lake contains (or even a creek or the ocean-side).

I also really love the personification of the harbor.  Makes me really wonder all the memories of other's that it's old eyes have saved along the years.


Lost
by Carl Sandburg

Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
and the harbor's eyes.

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