EppsNet Archive: Carl Sandburg


Passers-by, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And your voices rose and blent To form the city’s afternoon roar Hindering an old silence.         Passers-by, I remember lean ones among you, Throats in the clutch of a hope, Lips written over with strivings, Mouths… Read more →