Carl Sandburg

Old-fashioned Requited Love

I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.
 
And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.
 
I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and 
                                  the why of it.
 
Or-the iceman with his iron tongs gripping 
      a clear cube in summer sunlight-maybe he will know.