Maybe -- Carl Sandburg

Guest poem sent in by Rajesh B

I am sending in this poem which i came across when i was surfing the net.
It's simplicity touched me. You will like it. Maybe.

(Poem #679) Maybe Maybe he believes me, maybe not. Maybe I can marry him, maybe not. Maybe the wind on the prairie, The wind on the sea, maybe, Somebody, somewhere, maybe can tell. I will lay my head on his shoulder And when he asks me I will say yes, Maybe. -- Carl Sandburg

On second thoughts, on rereading the poem .. maybe(!!) i would like to say
something and what i like about it. Not an expert commentary (i am not an
expert on poems) but just what i think i love about the poem.

First, it is nice and simple.

Then, the poem beautifully highlights the uncertainties we go through when
we realise we are in love. And we could give anything to know if the other
person loves us too. We would try everything except ask him/her. And even if
we knew we would ask ourselves the question again. Sometimes we even suspect
the very feeling. Is it love or infatuation or just fatal attraction? Oh the
'maybe's associated with love .. hmm.

-rajesh

Links:

Sandburg was one of the earliest poets we ran: poem #5

And here's a biography: poem #163