Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Dancer - Poem by Carl Sandburg

THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red,
Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in the summer sun,
She behind a false-face, the much sought-after dancer, the most sought-after dancer of all in this masquerade,
The lady in red sox and red hat, ankles of willow, crimson arrow amidst the Spanish clashes of music,

I sit in a corner
watching her dance first with one man
and then another.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014


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