Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

The Great Hunt

Poem by Carl Sandburg

I cannot tell you now;
When the wind’s drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind’s a whisper at last—
Maybe I’ll tell you then—
some other time.

When the rose’s flash to the sunset
Reels to the rack and the twist,
And the rose is a red bygone,
When the face I love is going
And the gate to the end shall clang,
And it’s no use to beckon or say, “So long”—
Maybe I’ll tell you then—
some other time.

I never knew any more beautiful than you:
I have hunted you under my thoughts,
I have broken down under the wind
And into the roses looking for you.
I shall never find any
greater than you.


Comments about The Great Hunt by Carl Sandburg

  • Jimmy (12/30/2019 4:42:00 PM)

    For reasons unknown he cannot express his sincere feelings to her and it pains him.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003