Carl Sandburg - Crimson
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2014-11-07
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Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)
Carl Sandburg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson/
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)
Carl Sandburg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson/
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