Poem by Carl Sandburg

Two Neighbors

Faces of two eternities keep looking at me.
One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff
    wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow
    and remember only the voices and songs,
    the stories, newspapers and fights of today.
One is Louis Cornaro and a slim trick
    of slow, short meals across slow, short years,
    letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches.
I have a neighbor who swears by Omar.
I have a neighbor who swears by Cornaro.
                                  Both are happy.
Faces of two eternities keep looking at me.
                                  Let them look.

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2. Haunts
3. River Roads
4. Beat, Old Heart
5. Theme in Yellow

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