Dusty doors

  • Posted April 17, 2012 by Eiram in Poetry. Viewed 7458 times
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Child of the Aztec gods,
how long must we listen here,
how long before we go?

The dust is deep on the lintels.
The dust is dark on the doors.
If the dreams shake our bones,
what can we say or do?

Since early morning we waited.
Since early, early morning, child.
There must be dreams on the way now.
There must be a song for our bones.

The dust gets deeper and darker.
Do the doors and lintels shudder?
How long must we listen here?
How long before we go?

Carl Sandburg

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      2012.04.17 Edited

      I like!! Very much! Doors and windows always do the trick for me.

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      2012.04.17 Edited

      great I love doors as a picture subject, I always think of them are picture frames, great picture, great words thanks