The Friday Poem: I Sang, by Carl Sandburg

As another week concludes, we end with a random poem. Famous poets, obscure poets, amateur poets, whatever poets--just a poem to cap off the week.

Like this one:


I Sang, by Carl Sandburg

I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
     I sang
O reckless free-hearted
          free-throated rhythms,
Even the moon remembers them
   And is kind to me.