Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Under a Telephone Pole of poet Carl Sandburg

Under a Telephone Pole

I am a copper wire slung in the air, 
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow. 
Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming: 
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the 
tears, the work and want, 
Death and laughter of men and women passing through 
me, carrier of your speech, 
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the 
shine drying, 
A copper wire.