A Sphinx

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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A Sphinx - Track 1

Close-mouthed 
   you sat five thousand years
      and never let out a whisper 
Processions came by,
   marchers,
        asking questions
          you answered with gray eyes
             never blinking,
                shut lips never talking 
   Not one croak of anything
      you know
         has come
            from your cat crouch of ages 
I am one of those who know all you know
   and I keep my questions:
I know the answers you hold.