Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLOCKS, by CARL SANDBURG

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First Line: Here is a face that says half-past seven the same way
Last Line: Eager to go to france...
Subject(s): Clocks; Time

HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder
or a wedding goes on, whether a funeral or a picnic crowd passes.
A tall one I know at the end of a hallway broods in shadows and is
watching booze eat out the insides of the man of the house; it has
seen five hopes go in five years: one woman, one child, and three
A little one carried in a leather box by an actress rides with her to
hotels and is under her pillow in a sleeping-car between one-night
One hoists a phiz over a railroad station; it points numbers to people
a quarter-mile away who believe it when other clocks fail.
And of course ... there are wrist watches over the pulses of airmen
eager to go to France...

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