I SALUTED a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
frowning--so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
And I was a liar to say so.
Ah, this looking-glass man!
He locks his elbow in mine,
from the Sandburg Photo Gallery
© 1958 Dale Humphrey
|--Carl Sandburg, 1918, Cornhuskers|
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
audio © The Wandering Jew
music by Skyward
(Radio premiere: NPR All Things Considered,
January, 6, 1998, Sandburg's 120th birthday.)