HATS, where do you belong?
  what is under you?
  
On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
  Hats: tell me your high hopes.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg (Carl Sandburg Art)
Poem: 5. Hats
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- II. People Who Must
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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