I am the mist, the impalpable mist,
Back of the thing you seek
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space
Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory
But no one passes me,
I tangle and snare them all
I am the cause of the Sphinx,
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx
I was at the first of things,
I will be at the last
I am the primal mist
And no man passes me,
My long impalpable arms
Bar them all
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "The Mist" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
At V2Melody, each arrangement is crafted with care through a thoughtful partnership of human artistry and technological innovation. This process involves:
This creative journey takes time—each composition represents hours of dedicated work to create something that deepens our connection to Carl Sandburg's words in meaningful ways.
While you wait for the complete interpretation, I invite you to explore other musical arrangements in my gallery or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
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