I felt that there were a few gems in this seemingly unedited collection of poems. Some descriptions are clichés that one might find in a high school kid’s journal. Sandburg may have invented these clichés, but the combination of these AND the formulaic writing wear me down:
- There is an event.
- It happens to somebody in the upper crust of society.
- It is compared and contrasted against somebody in the lower rungs.
- Themes are mostly about the suffering poor.
The ones that really spoke to me:
To certain Journeymen
Under a hat rim
Bath is cool—a man transformed by music
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter—here I don’t mind his rambling ‘cause he is kicking some hypocritical ass.
And they obey
THE ROAD AND THE END—zilch
FOGS AND FIRES
At a Window
Under a Harvest Moon
On the Breakwater
I sang—only the 1st two lines are needed, just great!
It is much
Harrison Street Court—I live on Harrison street, and I feel it.
Gone—Chick Lorimer, what a gal.
Dream Girl—very corny, but nicely put
Under a telephone pole