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Carl Sandburg

Crimson Rambler

NOW that a crimson rambler  
   begins to crawl over the house  
   of our two lives—  
 
Now that a red curve  
   winds across the shingles—        
 
Now that hands  
   washed in early sunrises  
   climb and spill scarlet  
   on a white lattice weave—  
 
Now that a loop of blood          
   is written on our roof  
   and reaching around a chimney—  
 
How are the two lives of this house  
   to keep strong hands and strong hearts?

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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