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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Offering and Rebuff

I could love you
as dry roots love rain.
I could hold you
as branches in the wind
brandish petals.
Forgive me for speaking so soon.
 
   Let your heart look
   on white sea spray
   and be lonely.
 
   Love is a fool star.
 
   You and a ring of stars
   may mention my name
   and then forget me.
 
   Love is a fool star.

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