Tuesday, November 13, 2012


      - Carl Sandburg
overview of late summer garden
The blossoms of lilac, 
  And shattered, 
The atoms of purple. 
Green dip the leaves,       
  Darker the bark, 
Longer the shadows. 
Sheer lines of poplar 
Shimmer with masses of silver 
And down in a garden old with years        
And broken walls of ruin and story, 
Roses rise with red rain-memories. 
  In the open world 
The sun comes and finds your face,        
  Remembering all.

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