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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Bricklayer Love

I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.  
 
I don’t care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.  
 
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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