Thursday, June 9, 2011

Buffalo Dusk

Carl Sandburg


The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and
how they pawed the prairie sod into dust
with their hoofs, their great heads down
pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.



My class is studying Manifest Destiny and the Mexican-American War and the Trail of Tears and one of my students brought this poem in.

As always, I am moved by repetition.

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