Poem by Carl Sandburg

Dan

EARLY May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.
Irish setter pup finds a corner near the cellar door, 
     all sun and no wind,
Cuddling there he crosses forepaws and lays his skull
Sideways on this pillow, dozing in a half-sleep,
Browns of hazel nut, mahogany, rosewood, 
     played off against each other on his paws and head.

1. Baby Face
2. Subway
3. Kin
4. Hope Is a Tattered Flag
5. I Am the People, the Mob

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