I SALUTED a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled—so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
  frowning—so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, “Hello, I know you.”
And I was a liar to say so.
 
Ah, this looking-glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust—
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark stairway
When nobody else is looking,
When everybody else is gone.
 
He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all—but not him.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 1. Chicago Poet
Volume: Cornhuskers
- Persons Half Known
Year: Published/Written in 1918
Poem of the Day: Jun 28 2007

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