Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Troths - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Yellow dust on a bumble
bee's wing,
Grey lights in a woman's
asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
the memories.
Death will break her claws
on some I keep.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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