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Places

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Roses and gold
 For you today,
 And the flash of flying flags.

   I will have
   Ashes,
   Dust in my hair,
 Crushes of hoofs.

 Your name
 Fills the mouth
 Of rich man and poor.
   Women bring
 Armfuls of flowers
 And throw on you.

   I go hungry
   Down in dreams
   And loneliness,
   Across the rain
   To slashed hills
 Where men wait and hope for me.

Published in Smoke and Steel
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