July 2, 2009
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can't be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can't hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps,
the people march:
"Where to? what next?
-- Carl Sandburg: The People Yes
Posted by Vanderleun at July 2, 2009 10:50 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.