Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

The Has-Been - Poem by Carl Sandburg

A stone face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret.
A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the end of the nose from the stone face; he lets fly a mud ball that spatters the right eye and cheek of the old looker-on.
The boy laughs and goes whistling “ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee.” The stone face stands silent, seeming to clutch a secret.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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