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Handfuls by Carl Sandburg |


by Carl Sandburg


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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