I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.
  
And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.
  
I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it.
  
Or—the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlight—maybe he will know.

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 8. Old-fashioned Requited Love
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- III. Broken-Face Gargoyles
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Jan 22 2008
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