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Crimson Rambler




Crimson Rambler - Carl Sandburg

 NOW that a crimson rambler
    begins to crawl over the house
    of our two lives—
 
Now that a red curve
    winds across the shingles—
 
Now that hands
    washed in early sunrises
    climb and spill scarlet
    on a white lattice weave—
 
Now that a loop of blood
    is written on our roof
    and reaching around a chimney—
 
How are the two lives of this house
    to keep strong hands and strong hearts?

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