Brother, I am fireSurging under ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother—Not for years, anyhow;Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,Hold you close, wrap you in circles,Use you and change you—Maybe thousands of years, brother.
—CARL SANDBURG, “Kin
I shall never meet you, brother—Not for years, anyhow;Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,Hold you close, wrap you in circles,Use you and change you—Maybe thousands of years, brother.
—CARL SANDBURG, “Kin