We're doing a research project for dead poets in English, and I got Carl Sandburg. This was the first poem that I read while I was looking him up on the Internet and I love it!
Between two hills
The old town stands.
The houses loom
And the roofs and trees
And the dusk and the dark,
The damp and the dew
Are there.
The prayers are said
And the people rest
For sleep is there
And the touch of dreams
Is over all.
~Carl Sandburg
Isn't it awesome! I've never heard of him, but so far I like a lot of his poems!
Peace.
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