Old-Fashioned Requited Love Poem by Carl Sandburg

Old-Fashioned Requited Love



I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.

And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.

I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it.

Or-the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlight-maybe he will know.

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