YELLOW dust on a bumble
bee's wing,
Grey lights in a woman's
asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
the memories.
Death will break her claws
on some I keep.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 11. Troths
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Handfuls
Year: Published/Written in 1913
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