BRONZES - Carl Sandburg Poems


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THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-
      oln Park
Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr
     by in long processions going somewhere to keep ap-
     pointment for dinner and matineés and buying and
Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are
On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near
  I have seen the general dare the combers come closer
And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs
     and guns of the storm.

I cross Lincoln Park on a winter night when the snow
     is falling.
Lincoln in bronze stands among the white lines of snow,
     his bronze forehead meeting soft echoes of the new-
     sies crying forty thousand men are dead along the
     Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar
     of the city at his bronze feet.
A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with
     long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they
     hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their
     pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight
     and into the dawn.