Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.
66. Troths
Y
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.
Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.
Y
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.