| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago
Poems. 1916. |
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1. Chicago |
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| HOG
Butcher for the World, |
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| Tool Maker, Stacker of
Wheat, |
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| Player with Railroads
and the Nation’s Freight Handler; |
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| Stormy, husky,
brawling, |
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| City of the Big
Shoulders: |
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| They tell me you are wicked
and I believe them, for I have seen your
painted women under the gas lamps luring the
farm boys. |
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| And they tell me you are
crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have
seen the gunman kill and go free to kill
again. |
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| And they tell me you are
brutal and my reply is: On the faces of
women and children I have seen the marks of
wanton hunger. |
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| And having answered so I
turn once more to those who sneer at this my
city, and I give them back the sneer and say
to them: |
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| Come and show me another
city with lifted head singing so proud to be
alive and coarse and strong and cunning. |
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| Flinging magnetic curses
amid the toil of piling job on job, here is
a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities; |
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| Fierce as a dog with tongue
lapping for action, cunning as a savage
pitted against the wilderness, |
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| Bareheaded, |
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| Shoveling, |
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| Wrecking, |
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| Planning, |
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| Building, breaking,
rebuilding, |
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| Under the smoke, dust all
over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, |
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| Under the terrible burden of
destiny laughing as a young man laughs, |
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| Laughing even as an ignorant
fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, |
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| Bragging and laughing that
under his wrist is the pulse. and under his
ribs the heart of the people, |
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| Laughing! |
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| Laughing the stormy, husky,
brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked,
sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool
Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation. |
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