COOL TOMBS
by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
- HEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled
into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin .
. . in the dust, in the cool tombs.
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- And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street,
cash and collateral turned ashes . . . in the dust, in the cool
tombs.
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- Pocahontas' body, lovely as poplar, sweet as a red haw in
November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember?
. . . in the dust, in the cool tombs?
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- 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.
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