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by Carl Sandburg, 1916

 The blossoms of lilac,
   And shattered,
 The atoms of purple.
 Green dip the leaves,
   Darker the bark,
 Longer the shadows.

 Sheer lines of poplar
 Shimmer with masses of silver
 And down in a garden old with years
 And broken walls of ruin and story,
 Roses rise with red rain-memories.
   In the open world
 The sun comes and finds your face,
   Remembering all.

Published in Chicago Poems
Tags: earth day, environment, flowers

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