Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god
Straight, shining, polished guns,
Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,
Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,
Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses,
Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties
Shovels,
Broad, iron shovels,
Scooping out oblong vaults,
Loosening turf and leveling sod
I ask you
To witness—
The shovel is brother to the gun
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Iron" 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 "Iron" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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