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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Peach Blossoms

WHAT cry of peach blossoms
 let loose on the air today
I heard with my face thrown
 in the pink-white of it all?
 in the red whisper of it all?
 
What man I heard saying:
 Christ, these are beautiful!
 
And Christ and Christ was in his mouth,
 over these peach blossoms?

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