The Answer - Poem by Carl Sandburg
You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
In the republic
Of the winking stars
and spent cataclysms
Sure we are it is off there the answer
is hidden and folded over,
Sleeping in the sun, careless whether
it is Sunday or any other day of
Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.
Have we not seen
Purple of the pansy
out of the mulch
into a dusk
blur of yellow?
Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence,
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