It's one of my favorite poems about love. Carl Sandburg is so wonderful at writing realistically about love while still conveying all the poetry and magic. One more short one by him:
Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely
love is a deep and a dark and a lonely and you take it deep take it dark and you take it with a lonely winding and when the winding gets too lonely then may come the windflowers and the breath of the wind over many flowers winding tis way out of many lonely flowers waiting in rainleaf whispers waiting in dry stalks of noon wanting in a music of windbreaths so you can take love as it comes keening as it comes with a voice and a face and you make a talk of it talking to yourself a talk worth keeping and you put it away for a keen keeping and you find it to be a hoarding and you give it away and yet it stays hoarded
like a book read over and over again like one book being a long row of books like leaves of windflowers bending low and bending to be never broken.
(these are both from his book Honey and Salt, which is pretty much gem after gem.)
Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely
love is a deep and a dark and a lonely
and you take it deep take it dark
and you take it with a lonely winding
and when the winding gets too lonely
then may come the windflowers
and the breath of the wind over many flowers
winding tis way out of many lonely flowers
waiting in rainleaf whispers
waiting in dry stalks of noon
wanting in a music of windbreaths
so you can take love as it comes keening
as it comes with a voice and a face
and you make a talk of it
talking to yourself a talk worth keeping
and you put it away for a keen keeping
and you find it to be a hoarding
and you give it away and yet it stays hoarded
like a book read over and over again
like one book being a long row of books
like leaves of windflowers bending low
and bending to be never broken.
(these are both from his book Honey and Salt, which is pretty much gem after gem.)
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