Old-fashioned Requited Love by Carl Sandburg
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.
And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.
I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it.
Orâ€”the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlightâ€”maybe he will know.