Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
V. Mist Forms28. Paula
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Nothing else here—only your drinking, night-gray eyes.
I stand on the pier and sing how I know you mornings.
It is not your eyes, your face, I remember.
It is not your dancing, race-horse feet.
It is something else I remember you for on the pier mornings.
Your shoulder brushes my arm—a south-west wind crosses the pier.
I forget your hands and your shoulder and I say again:
Nothing else here—only your drinking, night-gray eyes.