Poems ✍️
  06.10.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

Shagbark Hickory

IN the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree
Watching the yellow shadows melt in hoof-pools,
Listening to the yes and the no of a woman's hands,
I kept my guess why the night was glad.
The night was lit with a woman's eyes.
The night was crossed with a woman's hands,
The night kept humming an undersong.


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