I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.
I will run a spear in you for a great gladness to die with.
I will stab you between the ribs of the left side with a great love worth remembering.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 4. Mascots
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- X. Panels
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Mar 5 2008
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