Poems ✍️
  07.10.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

Whirls

NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of
Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.
Cinders-these-hissing in a marl and lime of Chicago-also these-the howling of
northwest winds across North and South Dakota-or the spatter of winter spray on
sea rocks of Kamchatka.


  Decay chaos modernity transience

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