The Great Hunt

Picture from the St. Donatus Catholic Church cemetary
St. Donatus, Iowa


The Great Hunt

Carl Sandburg

I cannot tell you now;

     When the wind's drive and whirl

Blow me along no longer,

And the wind's a whisper at last-

Maybe I'll tell you then-

some other time.

When the rose's flash to the sunset

Reels to the rack and the twist,

And the rose is a red bygone,

When the face I love is going

And the gate to the end shall clang,

And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long"-

Maybe I'll tell you then-

some other time.

I never knew any more beautiful than you:

I have hunted you under my thoughts,

I have broken down under the wind
And into the roses looking for you.

I shall never find any

greater than you.

Poetry Wednesday