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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

60. Crimson

CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,

Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.

(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)