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Carl Sandburg - Memoranda

THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, waving seeds ripening in the sun, is a lake of
luminous firefly lavender.
  
Prairie roses, two of them, climb down the sides of a road ditch. In the clear pool they find their faces along stiff knives
of grass, and cat-tails who speak and keep thoughts in beaver brown.
  
These gardens empty; these fields only flower ghosts; these yards with faces gone; leaves speaking as feet and skirts in slow
dances to slow winds; I turn my head and say good-by to no one who hears; I pronounce a useless good-by.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 3. Memoranda
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- IX. Haze
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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