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    • THE ROAD AND THE END

    by Carl Sandburg

    I SHALL foot it
    Down the roadway in the dusk,
    Where shapes of hunger wander
    And the fugitives of pain go by.
    I shall foot it
    In the silence of the morning,
    See the night slur into dawn,
    Hear the slow great winds arise
    Where tall trees flank the way
    And shoulder toward the sky.

    The broken boulders by the road
    Shall not commemorate my ruin.
    Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
    I shall watch for
    Slim birds swift of wing
    That go where wind and ranks of thunder
    Drive the wild processionals of rain.

    The dust of the traveled road
    Shall touch my hands and face.