Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Mag - Poem by Carl Sandburg

I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
And told him we would love each other and take care of each other
Always and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere.
Yes, I’m wishing now you lived somewhere away from here
And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand miles away dead broke.
I wish the kids had never come
And rent and coal and clothes to pay for
And a grocery man calling for cash,
Every day cash for beans and prunes.
I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish to God the kids had never come.


Comments about Mag by Carl Sandburg

  • Rookie Tim O'brosnahan (5/28/2009 8:59:00 AM)

    This is to poetry what Verdi's Requiem is to music. There's so much anger and fire and passion. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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