Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps.
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly.
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Lost" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Lost" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.