| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922. |
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| V. Mist Forms |
| 12. The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring |
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(For Paula)
THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. | |
| The silvers chase purple. | |
| The purples tag silver. | |
| They let out their runners | |
| Here where summer says to the lilies: | 5 |
| “Wish and be wistful, | |
| Circle this wind-hunted, wind-sung water.” | |
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| Come along always, come along now. | |
| You for me, kiss me, pull me by the ear. | |
| Push me along with the wind push. | 10 |
| Sing like the whinnying wind. | |
| Sing like the hustling obstreperous wind. | |
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| Have you ever seen deeper purple … | |
| this in my wild wind fingers? | |
| Could you have more fun with a pony or a goat? | 15 |
| Have you seen such flicking heels before, | |
| Silver jig heels on the purple sky rim? | |
| Come along always, come along now. | |
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