| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 87. Who Am I? |
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| MY head knocks against the stars. | |
| My feet are on the hilltops. | |
| My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. | |
| Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. | |
| I have been to hell and back many times. | 5 |
| I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God. | |
| I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible. | |
| I know the passionate seizure of beauty | |
| And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.” | |
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| My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe. | 10 |
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