Passers-By

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 that kiss only for love.
Records of great wishes slept with,
Held long
And prayed and toiled for. .

Yes,
Written on
Your mouths
And your throats
I read them
When you passed by.

by Carl Sandburg

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Comments (3)

Love it is great and supreme. The great writing it is felt.
....love, unmothered Childhood wanly waits...... Unmatched beauty of expression.
This poem does not flow when read out loud but would gain personal meaning if it was memorized and spoke to oneself. The ending is the best as it is easier to understand and gives the reader something to disagree of agree with which is one of the points of writing poetry in the first place.