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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Old-Fashioned Requited Love

I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.
 
And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.
 
I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it.
 
Or-the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlight-maybe he will know.

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