| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 44. Two Neighbors |
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| FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. | |
| One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow and remember only the voices and songs, the stories, newspapers and fights of today. | |
| One is Louis Cornaro and a slim trick of slow, short meals across slow, short years, letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches. | |
| I have a neighbor who swears by Omar. | |
| I have a neighbor who swears by Cornaro. | 5 |
| Both are happy. | |
| Faces of two eternities keep looking at me. | |
| Let them look. | |
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