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by Carl Sandburg, 1920

The lady in red, she in the chile con carne red,
 Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in the summer sun,
 She behind a false-face, the much sought-after dancer, the most sought-after dancer of all in this masquerade,
 The lady in red sox and red hat, ankles of willow, crimson arrow amidst the Spanish clashes of music,

         I sit in a corner
         watching her dance first with one man
         and then another.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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