“I KNEW a real man once,” says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree.
  
Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in his arms? Did a man only look at her and pass by?
  
Agatha, far past forty in a splendor of remembrance, says, “I knew a real man once.”

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 6. Plaster
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- VIII. Circles of Doors
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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