 Kin Brother, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother— Not for years, anyhow; Maybe thousands of years, brother. Then I will warm you, Hold you close, wrap you in circles, Use you and change you— Maybe thousands of...  My Sister's Keeper: A Novel - Page 5by Jodi Picoult - 2004 - 432 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | Carl Sandburg - American poetry - 1916 - 214 pages
...Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the moon slants and wavers. 77 BROTHER, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother — Not...change you — Maybe thousands of years, brother. YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - American poetry - 1917 - 452 pages
...out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other. KIN Brother, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother — Not...change you — Maybe thousands of years, brother. PLACES Roses and gold For you today, And the flash of flying flags. I will have Ashes, Dust in my hair,... | |
 | Francis Hackett - English fiction - 1918 - 378 pages
...Mr. Sandburg gives his conception this unity and emphasis: KIN " Brother, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother — Not...change you — Maybe thousands of years, brother." The amazing difference, as it strikes me, is the skill of the modern in concentrating attention. The... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - American poetry - 1923 - 706 pages
...out and waiting. Choose : For we meet by one or the other. KIN Brother, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother — Not...change you — Maybe thousands of years, brother. PLACES Roses and gold For you today, And the flash of flying flags. I will have Ashes, Dust in my hair,... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1926 - 296 pages
...now for a beautiful child. Time now for a tall man to come. Kin BROTHER, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother — Not...change you — Maybe thousands of years, brother. Old Timers T AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans.... | |
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