Bilbea Poem by Carl Sandburg
Bilbea
Rating: ★3.3
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night.
I saw nothing of you anywhere.
I was at the old place and the other girls were there, but no Bilbea.
Have you gone to another house? or city?
Why don't you write?
I was sorry. I walked home half-sick.
Tell me how it goes.
Send me some kind of a letter.
And take care of yourself.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: city,sick,sorry
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