Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Adelaide Crapsey


Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July,
I read your heart in a book.

And your mouth of blue pansy—I know somewhere I have seen it rain-shattered.

And I have seen a woman with her head flung between her naked knees, and her head held there listening to the sea, the great naked sea shouldering a load of salt.

And the blue pansy mouth sang to the sea:
Mother of God, I’m so little a thing,
Let me sing longer,
Only a little longer.

And the sea shouldered its salt in long gray combers hauling new shapes on the beach sand.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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  • * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 10:07:00 AM)

    .......my favourite stanza...
    Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July,
    I read your heart in a book. (Report) Reply

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