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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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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 26. Cripple
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Chicago Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1912
Poem of the Day: Dec 29 2004

Comment 3 of 3, added on March 30th, 2014 at 12:05 PM.
Test, just a test

Hello. And Bye.

XRumerTest from Finland
Comment 2 of 3, added on May 12th, 2011 at 9:11 AM.
hello

lolz. he is ignoring the cripple.

touretts guy from United States
Comment 1 of 3, 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

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