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 (Galesburg Register-Mail) |
--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.)
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