Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Fish Crier - Poem by Carl Sandburg

I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January.
He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing a joy identical with that of Pavlowa dancing.
His face is that of a man terribly glad to be selling fish, terribly glad that God made fish, and customers to whom he may call his wares, from a pushcart.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 4, 2015


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