Grass by Carl Sandburg


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.

 

This poem can be found in the volume, The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg: Revised and Expanded Edition.

Think about how the poem made you feel. What did you picture as the author progressed through the poem. Did you picture the future – the grass? The new fresh canvas? Or did you picture the past – what was buried, and what lies beneath?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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