Monday, October 15, 2018
Can numbers be a bridge to understanding. . . ?
Fifty-Fifty by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
What is there for us two
to split fifty-fifty,
to go halvers on?
A Bible, a deck of cards?
a farm, a frying pan?
a porch, front steps to sit on?
How can we be pals
when you speak English
and I speak English
and you never understand me
and I never understand you?
This poem is on my shelf in Sandburg's collection, Honey and Salt (Harcourt, Brace; 1963).
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