Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 24, 2009


by Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967).


Joy (1917)


Let a joy keep you. 

Reach out your hands 

And take it when it runs by, 

As the Apache dancer 

Clutches his woman.                                         5

I have seen them 

Live long and laugh loud, 

Sent on singing, singing, 

Smashed to the heart 

Under the ribs                                                   10

With a terrible love. 

Joy always, 

Joy everywhere— 

Let joy kill you! 

Keep away from the little deaths.               15



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