Carl Sandburg





Chicago Poet

I saluted a nobody. 
I saw him in a looking-glass. 
He smiled--so did I. 
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
     frowning--so did I. 
Everything I did he did. 
I said, "Hello, I know you." 
And I was a liar to say so. 

Ah, this looking-glass man! 
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor, 
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust-- 
Ah! he will go with me 
Down the dark stairway 
When nobody else is looking, 
When everybody else is gone. 

He locks his elbow in mine, 
I lose all--but not him.