Poems About: CHICAGO
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- carpe diem
301.A Writing About Obama- sixth day installment
I am in the middle of this book about President Obama.
I am from Chicago, He is from Chicago.
He did his community work in the neighborhood where I grew up.
He was a senator from my old neighborhood of Hyde Park. read more »Lonnie Hicks
302.Captive of the White City, The *
Flower of the foam of the waves
Of the beautiful inland sea, -
White as the foam that laves
The ships of the Sea-Kings past, - read more »Ina D. Coolbrith
Unfolding like the beauty of a screen
of autumn maple and a flowering cherry
upon Mount Fuji, and project a scene
that’s so exquisite I now want to bury read more »gershon hepner
304.Wild Dreams of a New Beginning
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples read more »Lawrence Ferlinghetti
305.Of Him I Love Day And Night
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not
in that place; read more »Walt Whitman
In Chicago, it is snowing softly
and a man has just done his wash for the week.
He steps into the twilight of early evening,
carrying a wrinkled shopping bag read more »Garrett Hongo
I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter
And his face had the shining light of an old-time Quaker, read more »Carl Sandburg
I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.
I didn't want to go to Chicago with you. read more »Louise Gluck
Vivian St. John (1981-1974)
There is a train inside this iris: read more »David St. John
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,
And I was tarred and feathered,
For publishing this on the day the Anarchists were hanged in Chicago:
"I saw a beautiful woman with bandaged eyes read more »Edgar Lee Masters
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
I went to Springfield. There I met a lush,
Whose father just deceased left him a fortune.
He married me when drunk. My life was wretched. read more »Edgar Lee Masters
312.An Epic For Our Time: A Requiem Part III: Tragedy Of Man
There is no end to the tragedy of man
the people jobless & homeless without a country
children throw stones at soldiers & tanks
their homes crushed by bulldozers read more »gordon coombes