Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Medallion - Poem by Carl Sandburg

The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always.
It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets.
It is not stuck up in a show place on the office wall.
I carry it in a special secret pocket in the day
And it is under my pillow at night.
The brass came from a long ways off: it was up against hell and high water, fire and flood, before the
face was put on it.
It is the side of a head; a woman wishes; a woman waits; a woman swears behind silent lips that the
sea will bring home what is gone.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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