| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 83. The Answer |
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| YOU have spoken the answer. | |
| A child searches far sometimes | |
| Into the red dust | |
| On a dark rose leaf | |
| And so you have gone far | 5 |
| For the answer is: | |
| Silence. | |
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| In the republic | |
| Of the winking stars | |
| and spent cataclysms | 10 |
| Sure we are it is off there the answer | |
| is hidden and folded over, | |
| Sleeping in the sun, careless whether | |
| it is Sunday or any other day of | |
| the week, | 15 |
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| Knowing silence will bring all one way or another. | |
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| Have we not seen | |
| Purple of the pansy | |
| out of the mulch | |
| and mold | 20 |
| crawl | |
| into a dusk | |
| of velvet? | |
| blur of yellow? | |
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| Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence, | 25 |
| the future, | |
| working. | |
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