Saturday, December 15, 2007

Literary Interlude: Home Thoughts by Carl Sandburg

How about a melancholy romantic poem for this week?  
Home Thoughts

The sea rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
Speak to me of the drag on your heart,
The iron drag of the long days.

I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day,
empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.

Speak to me...

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