Bronzes
Read 'Bronzes' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
THEY ask me to handle bronzes
Kept by children in China
Three thousand years
Since their fathers
Took fire and molds and hammers
And made these.
The Ming, the Chou,
And other dynasties,
Out, gone, reckoned in ciphers,
Dynasties dressed up
In old gold and old yellow—
They saw these.
Let the wheels
Of three thousand years
Turn, turn, turn on.
Let one poet then
(One will be enough)
Handle these bronzes
And mention the dynasties
And pass them along.
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