Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voices rose and blent
To form the city’s afternoon roar
Hindering an old silence
Passers-by,
I remember lean ones among you.
Throats in the clutch of a hope.
Lips wntten over with strivings.
Mouths that kiss only for love,
Records of great wishes slept with.
Held long
And prayed and toiled for
Yes,
Written on
Your mouths
And your throats
I read them
When you passed by
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Passers-By" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Passers-By" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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