IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple
Shining in the six o’clock September dusk:
If the red sumach on the autumn roads
Never danced on the flame of your eyelashes:
If the red-haws never burst in a million
Crimson fingertwists of your heartcrying:
If all this beauty of yours never crushed me
Then there are many flying acres of birds for me,
Many drumming gray wings going home I shall see,
Many crying voices riding the north wind.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 20. Sumach and Birds
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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