All Day Long

Poem By Carl Sandburg

All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.
My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,
Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap,
He looked at me from blue and steely eyes;
Natty, straight and true, he stepped away,
My boy, he went to sea.
All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.

Comments about All Day Long

Nice... thanks for sharing++++++
I had to look up 'adamant'. I'm glad I did.
The beauty of the description of the turbulent weather kept aside, the element of mystery stings the sensibility of the reader. Thanks for sharing.
Nicely done in that it only hints at aspects of a much larger story. We are left contemplating the power of the sea, and the decision of a young man to therein venture. What becomes of him? We wonder to the rhythm of the palisades of adamant, all....day....long....
Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap, He looked at me from blue and steely eyes; ... is very nice. Thanks for sharing such a nice poem. Congrats.


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