Thursday, April 30, 2009

Carl Sandburg - Joy

If you've ever thought about fog as coming in on "little cat feet," chances are, you've read Carl Sandburg's poetry. He won two Pulitzer prizes, and lived in Michigan for a short time with his wife and three children.


Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere—
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.

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