Carl Sandburg Posted:

   PLACES

Roses and gold
For you today,

       I will have
       Ashes,
       Dust in my hair,
   Crushes of hooves.

Your name
Fills the mouth
Of rich men and poor.

      Women bring
Armfuls of flowers
And throw on you.

      I go hungry
      Down in dreams
      And loneliness,
      Across the rain
      To slashed hills
Where men wait and hope for me.