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    • WHO AM I?

    by Carl Sandburg

    MY head knocks against the stars.
    My feet are on the hilltops.
    My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
    universal life.
    Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
    reach my hands and play with pebbles of
    destiny.
    I have been to hell and back many times.
    I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
    I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
    I know the passionate seizure of beauty
    And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
    reading "Keep Off."

    My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
    in the universe.