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Cripple

Rating: 3.1

Once when I saw a cripple
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,
Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,
Desperately gesturing with wasted hands
In the dark and dust of a house down in a slum,
I said to myself
I would rather have been a tall sunflower
Living in a country garden
Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
Rain-washed and dew-misted,

Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
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Michael Walker 24 October 2019

I can understand why he would prefer to be a sunflower rather than a cripple close to death.

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Ian Fraser 28 February 2010

Seems to be stating the pretty obvious. I'm surprised Sandburg was so admired once.

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Ian Fraser 28 February 2010

Seems to be stating the pretty obvious. I'm surprised Sandburg was so admired once.

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