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Chicago - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

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.
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.
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.
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:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,

Building, breaking, rebuilding,

Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,
and under his ribs the heart of the people,


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.

Comments about Chicago by Carl Sandburg

  • Gold Star - 57,324 Points Michael Walker (10/28/2019 9:21:00 PM)

    While I am not taken with 'Hog Butcher for the World', I do like 'Freight Handler to the Nation'.
    His city has rough edges and serious crimes are committed there, but he is nevertheless proud of Chicago,
    which is better than 'the/ little soft cities'. Those cities would be safer but boring, he implies.
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  • Rookie Elizabeth (8/19/2018 1:39:00 AM)

    Dont blame a city cos they kill their own . Gangsters then and gang members now. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Elizabeth (8/19/2018 1:36:00 AM)

    Marissa, no stories hidden in this poem It is honestly and brutally truthfull, like chicago. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Marissa (8/17/2018 10:56:00 PM)

    i have been doing a class and i needed to review this poem at first I thought it was really boring and now I realize that to understand this poem is to really think about all of the stories that are hidden in the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie TDogg (8/10/2018 10:43:00 AM)

    Dude Bro is a Chicagoan! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Paul Starbuck (4/3/2018 7:18:00 PM)

    Sandburg is the quintessential American poet. No Englishman, however talented, could have written Chicago. Despite Sandburg's list of Chicago's deficits his talent ensures that we, with him, appreciate the city. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Cory Henderson (12/6/2017 9:04:00 AM)

    This sucks i heard better poems (Report) Reply

    Rookie You Suck (5/9/2019 7:23:00 PM)

    i is supposed to be I

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    Rookie Dude Bro (3/30/2018 1:39:00 PM)

    You suck you can't even criticize a poem properly.

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  • Rookie Cory Henderson (12/6/2017 9:00:00 AM)

    This sucks I have heard better poems (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Elisabeth Potts (11/11/2017 5:49:00 PM)

    This poem almost vibrates off the page! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Destiny Gray (10/19/2017 12:52:00 AM)

    so is this not a book bc I have to read it and I'm trying to figure out if its a book.. (Report) Reply

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