POETRY IS AND ECHO ASKING A SHADOW TO DANCE
Carl Sandburg
EXISTENTIAL QUESTION
Without her?
I flounder
Without her
Fear’s louder?
Without her?
Little’s the power
Without her?
Life goes sour
Without her?
Love withers as flowers
Without her?
Lost is the beacon-tower
Without her?
Without my soul?
I am lost,
I cower
