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Poetry Friday: Last Answers by Carl Sandburg

December 21st, 2012 (07:04 am)

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Song: Haven score music

I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist, how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening into points of mystery quivering with color.

I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.

- Last Answers by Carl Sandburg

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Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: December 22nd, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)

Love this.
Dust and mist and all the last answers.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: December 27th, 2012 04:52 pm (UTC)

Haunting, isn't it?

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Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: December 26th, 2012 08:49 pm (UTC)

So beautiful and evocative.

Posted by: myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.nl (myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.nl)
Posted at: December 23rd, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)

Hello--thank you for joining in the Solstice edition of Poetry Friday. I think I may have bungled your link because it didn't work for me...I'm sorry. I love the ancient quality of this poem today, and how it resides in our own bodies. We are the first question and the last answer.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: December 27th, 2012 04:51 pm (UTC)
Re: mist

Hi there! Thanks for commenting. :)

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