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Carl Sandburg: Cool Tombs


Carl Sandburg: Cool Tombs

When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot

   the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the cool


And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street,

   cash and collateral turned ashes . . . in the dust, in the cool


Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in Novem-

   ber or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? Does she remember?

   . . . in the dust, in the cool tombs?

Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries, cheering

   a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin horns . . . tell me

   if the lovers are losers . . . tell me if any get more than the

   lovers . . . in the dust . . . in the cool tombs.