when i wake up
in the morning
and see all the faces
i just can’t
by Carl Sandburg
If I pass the burial spot of Nero
I shall say to the wind, “Well, well”-
I who have fiddled in a world on fire,
I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.
you left with me
the wind catches
i am a leaf
falling from your tree
upon which i was
What happened in our house taught my brothers how to leave, how to walk down a sidewalk without looking back.
I was the girl. What happened taught me to follow him, whoever he was, calling and calling his name.” —Marie Howe