carl sandburg

How Much?

How much do you love me, a million bushels?  
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.     

And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?  
To-morrow maybe not even a half a bushel.     

And is this your heart arithmetic? 
This is the way the wind measures the weather.

carl sandburg

The Hammer

I have seen
The old gods go
And the new gods come.

Day by day
And year by year
The idols fall
And the idols rise.

Today
I worship the hammer. 

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