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On the Breakwater

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting,
 She across his knee and they are looking face into face
 Talking to each other without words, singing rythms in silence to each other.

 A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an outgoing boat,
 Playing its searchlight, puzzled, abrupt, over a streak of green,
 And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his knee.

Published in Chicago Poems

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