Carl Sandburg

I’m becoming obsessed with him I had always thought of him as that guy who wrote that overrated poem about fog as a cat they made us read in the eigth grade. I couldn’t have been more wrong

OUT of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I, 5
The gold in the house,
Writhed into a stiff pool.

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