Cumulatives - Poem by Carl Sandburg
Storms have beaten on this point of land
And ships gone to wreck here
and the passers-by remember it
with talk on the deck at night
as they near it.
Fists have beaten on the face of this old prize-fighter
And his battles have held the sporting pages
and on the street they indicate him with their
right fore-finger as one who once wore
a championship belt.
A hundred stories have been published and a thousand rumored
About why this tall dark man has divorced two beautiful
And married a third who resembles the first two
and they shake their heads and say, "There he
when he passes by in sunny weather or in rain
along the city streets.
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