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

Handfuls

Carl Sandburg

From “Days”

BLOSSOMS of babies

Blinking their stories

Come soft

On the dusk and the babble;

Little red gamblers,

Handfuls that slept in the dust.

Summers of rain,

Winters of drift,

Tell off the years;

And they go back

Who came soft—

Back to the sod,

To silence and dust;

Gray gamblers,

Handfuls again.