Over the dead line we have called to you
To come across with a word to us,
Some beaten whisper of what happens
Where you are over the dead line
Deaf to our calls and voiceless.

The flickering shadows have not answered
Nor your lips sent a signal
Whether love talks and roses grow
And the sun breaks at morning
Splattering the sea with crimson.

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 7. To a Dead Man
Volume: Chicago Poems
- The Road and the End
Poem of the Day: Aug 23 2009

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