Baby Face Poem by Carl Sandburg
Baby Face
White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.
Keep a little of your beauty
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.
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4/24/2024 2:37:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Keep a little of your beauty For her by the window tonight Outstanding request to the moon. Thanks for sharing this great poem.