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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Road and the End

Carl Sandburg

From “Chicago Poems”

I SHALL foot it

Down the roadway in the dusk,

Where shapes of hunger wander

And the fugitives of pain go by.

I shall foot it

In the silence of the morning,

See the night slur into dawn,

Hear the slow great winds arise

Where tall trees flank the way

And shoulder toward the sky.

The broken boulders by the road

Shall not commemorate my ruin.

Regret shall be the gravel under foot.

I shall watch for

Slim birds swift of wing

That go where wind and ranks of thunder

Dive the wild processionals of rain.

The dust of the travelled road

Shall touch my hands and face.