Poems ✍️
  30.09.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

Hats

HATS, where do you belong?
what is under you?
On the rim of a skyscraper's forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
Hats: tell me your high hopes.


  hats City Crowd hopes

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