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Peach Blossoms

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

What cry of peach blossoms
   let loose on the air today
 I heard with my face thrown
   in the pink-white of it all?
   in the red whisper of it all?

 What man I heard saying:
   Christ, these are beautiful!

 And Christ and Christ was in his mouth,
   over these peach blossoms?

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