Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Fire-logsCarl Sandburg
From “My People”
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Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.