Friday, July 24, 2009

You're mostly what I think about and I'm proud

I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
I sang
O reckless free-hearted
free-throated rythms,
Even the moon remembers them
And is kind to me.
I Sang by Carl Sandburg


Gina said...

oh, i love this.

this is one of my new favorite poems.
i had no idea this poem was part of- Chicago Poems.

you seem to have the best taste in literature.

Calvin said...

Thanks Gina! I'm glad you enjoy my collection.