| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 80. Graves |
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| I DREAMED one man stood against a thousand, | |
| One man damned as a wrongheaded fool. | |
| One year and another he walked the streets, | |
| And a thousand shrugs and hoots | |
| Met him in the shoulders and mouths he passed. | 5 |
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| He died alone. | |
| And only the undertaker came to his funeral. | |
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| Flowers grow over his grave anod in the wind, | |
| And over the graves of the thousand, too, | |
| The flowers grow anod in the wind. | 10 |
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| Flowers and the wind, | |
| Flowers anod over the graves of the dead, | |
| Petals of red, leaves of yellow, streaks of white, | |
| Masses of purple sagging… | |
| I love you and your great way of forgetting. | 15 |
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