greykit.poetry — Carl Sandburg/chicago-poems

• 1916 [carl-sandburg] Fog
  Chicago Poems

  Six lines: the fog comes on little cat feet, sits on silent haunches looking over harbor and city, and moves on.

  #free-verse#imagism#weather#1910s
• 1914 [carl-sandburg] Chicago
  Chicago Poems

  Hog Butcher for the World — the charges of wickedness, crookedness and brutality are all admitted, and then thrown back as a boast: a tall bold slugger laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth.

  #free-verse#city#labour#1910s