THREES by Carl Sandburg
I was a boy when I heard three red words
a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets
for: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity--I asked
why men die for words.
I was older; men with mustaches, sideburns,
lilacs, told me the high golden words are:
Mother, Home, and Heaven--other older men with
face decorations said: God, Duty, Immortality
--they sang these threes slow from deep lungs.
Years ticked off their say-so on the great clocks
of doom and damnation, soup, and nuts: meteors flashed
their say-so: and out of great Russia came three
dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die
for: Bread, Peace, Land.
And I met a marine of the U.S.A., a leatherneck with a girl on his knee
for a memory in ports circling the earth and he said: Tell me how to say
three things and I always get by--gimme a plate of ham and eggs--how
much--and--do you love me, kid?
I HAVE NO CLUE ON WHERE TO START :(
2006-09-11
06:22:21
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Yeah this does help a little and im sorry ppl i hate english we dont match very well. so the poem is pretty much about ppl takin things for granted the things that they have while lookin at things that they dont have is that right???
2006-09-11
06:44:28 ·
update #1