Old Woman
Carl Sandburg
1878 to 1967
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The headlight scoffs at the mist
And life is gone from the wet and the welter—
And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain,
From building and battered paving-stone,
Against a pane I press my forehead
Far-wandered waif of other days,
Homeless
Huddles for sleep in a doorway,
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared
The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
And drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks
The headlight finds the way