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Remorse

by Carl Sandburg

 

The horse's name was Remorse.

There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!"

And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs and so

They called him Remorse.

When he was a gelding

He flashed his heels to other ponies

And threw dust in the noses of other ponies

And won his first race and his second

And another and another and hardly ever

Came under the wire behind the other runners.

 

And so, Remorse, who is gone, was the hero of a play

By Henry Blossom, who is now gone.

What is there to a monicker? Call me anything.

A nut, a cheese, something that the cat brought in.

Nick me with any old name.

Class me up for a fish, a gorilla, a slant head, an

egg, a ham.

Only ... slam me across the ears sometimes ... and

hunt for a white star

In my forehead and twist the bang of my forelock

around it.

Make a wish for me. Maybe I will light out like a

 

streak of wind.

 

Carl Sandburg was born in Galesburg, Illinois, in 1878. His many books of poetry include Chicago Poems (1916) and Smoke and Steel (1920). He died in 1967.

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