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HE single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
The lyrical form of this poem is unrhyming.
Carl Sandburg
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr
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