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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Monosyllabic

LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.  
Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,  
       on a child.  
To-day, let me be monosyllabic … a crony of old men  
       who wash sunlight in their fingers and    
       enjoy slow-pacing clocks.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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