Bricklayer Love by Carl Sandburg

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Bricklayer Love

I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.

Carl Sandburg

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Edward Hester (6/29/2006 5:03:00 PM)
I'm seeing Sandburg in a new light. Its clear that he saw society as insane. It wears on a person, til the light of life drains out of them and they lose the will to live. He must have been a very lonely man.