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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Haunts

THERE are places I go when I am strong.  
One is a marsh pool where I used to go  
           with a long-ear hound-dog.  
One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there  
     a moonlight night with a girl.        
The dog is gone; the girl is gone; I go to these  
     places when there is no other place to go.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

#Americans #PulitzerPrice #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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