How Yesterday Looked by Carl Sandburg
THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders On the walls that held and counted the hours The wind lasted. Two landbirds looked on and the north and the east Looked on and the wind poured cups of foam And the evening began. The old men in the shanties looked on and lit their Pipes and the young men spoke of the girls For a wild night like this. The south and the west looked on and the moon came When the wind went down and the sea was sorry And the singing slow. Ask how the sunset looked between the wind going Down and the moon coming up and I would struggle To tell the how of it. I give you fire here, I give you water, I give you The wind that blew them across and across, The scooping, mixing wind.
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