Under a Hat Rim

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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While the hum and the hurry 
Of passing footfalls 
Beat in my ear like the restless surf 
Of a wind-blown sea, 
A soul came to me 
Out of the look on a face 

Eyes like a lake 
Where a storm-wind roams 
Caught me from under 
The rim of a hat
I thought of a midsea wreck 
and bruised fingers clinging 
to a broken state-room door