Riding against the east,
A veering, steady shadow
Purrs the motor-call
Of the man-bird
Ready with the death-laughter
In his throat
And in his heart always
The love of the big blue beyond.
Only a man,
A far fleck of shadow on the east
Sitting at ease
With his hands on a wheel
And around him the large gray wings.
Hold him, great soft wings,
Keep and deal kindly, O wings,
With the cool, calm shadow at the wheel.
To Beachey, 1912
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: death, heart, laughter, bird, blue, ready, great, hold, soft, cool, large, throat, love, I love you, wheel, shadow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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