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WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white
Moon alone with our thoughts, Bill,
Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying
Scarves around their heads dancing,
Alone with a picture and a picture coming one after the
Other of all the dead,
The dead more than all these grains of sand one by one
Piled here in the moon,
Piled against the sky-line taking shapes like the hand of
The wind wanted,
What do we see here, Bill, outside of what the wise men
Beat their heads on,
Outside of what the poets cry for and the soldiers drive
On headlong and leave their skulls in the sun for
What, Bill?

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Poem Dunes - Carl Sandburg