| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918. |
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| 72. Medallion |
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| THE BRASS medallion profile of your face I keep always. | |
| It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. | |
| It is not stuck up in a show place on the office wall. | |
| I carry it in a special secret pocket in the day | |
| And it is under my pillow at night. | 5 |
| The brass came from a long ways off: it was up against hell and high water, fire and flood, before the face was put on it. | |
| It is the side of a head; a woman wishes; a woman waits; a woman swears behind silent lips that the sea will bring home what is gone. | |
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