Cripple - A poem by Carl Sandburg


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Carl Sandburg - Cripple

ONCE when I saw a cripple
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,
Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,
Desperately gesturing with wasted hands
In the dark and dust of a house down in a slum,
I said to myself
I would rather have been a tall sunflower
Living in a country garden
Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
Rain-washed and dew-misted,
Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
And wonderingly watching night after night
The clear silent processionals of stars.

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Cripple - Comments and Information
Poet: Carl Sandburg Poem: 26. Cripple Volume: Chicago Poems - Chicago Poems Year: Published/Written in 1912 Poem of the Day: Dec 29 2004 Comment 2 of 2, added on May 12th, 2011 at 9:11 AM. hello lolz. he is ignoring the cripple. touretts guy from United States Comment 1 of 2, added on January 18th, 2007 at 3:28 PM. I think this poem reflects the image of our society. We're disgusted by the ugly while always dreaming of the beauty. Anh from United States More Comments >> Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Cripple, has received 2 comments. Click here to read them, and perhaps post a comment of your own.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg Poem: 26. Cripple Volume: Chicago Poems - Chicago Poems Year: Published/Written in 1912 Last read: 2013-06-18 01:39:52 Poem of the Day: Dec 29 2004 Viewed 7544 times. Added Feb 4 2004.

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