Valentine’s Day 2014

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Which General Hospital couples will make it through 2014 and which will crash and burn?

 

Moon Rondeau
By Carl Sandburg

“Love is a door we shall open together.”
So they told each other under the moon
One evening when the smell of leaf mould
And the beginnings of roses and potatoes
Came on a wind.

Late in the hours of that evening
They looked long at the moon and called it
A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer,
A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,
A brass hat dripping from deep waters.

“People like us,
us two,
We own the moon.”

 

Revisit a favorite from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam on Benny’s blog.

Happiness by Carl Sandburg

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Happiness by Carl Sandburg

I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.

Subway by Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

 
SUBWAY
 
Down between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
The hunger voices mock.
 
The worn wayfaring men
With the hunched and humble shoulders,
Throw their laughter into toil.
 
Carl Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967)

From the Shore by Carl Sandburg


 

A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.

Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.