Handfuls by Carl Sandburg | Poets.org
January 6, 2013 · 11:15 AM
Blossoms of babies
Blinking their stories
Come soft
On the dusk and the babble;
Little red gamblers,
Handfuls that slept in the dust.
Summers of rain,
Winters of drift,
Tell of the years;
And they go back
Who came soft-
Back to the sod,
To silence and dust;
Gray gamblers,
Handfuls again.
Born on January 6,1878, Carl Sandburg is recognized as a member of the Chicago literary renaissance, along with Sherwood Anderson and Edgar Lee Masters.
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