Poems Done on a Late Night Car

I. chickens

i am The Great White Way of the city:
 When you ask what is my desire, I answer:
 “Girls fresh as country wild flowers,
 With young faces tired of the cows and barns,
 Eager in their eyes as the dawn to find my mysteries,
 Slender supple girls with shapely legs,
 Lure in the arch of their little shoulders
 And wisdom from the prairies to cry only softly at the ashes of my mysteries.”


II. USED UP
Lines based on certain regrets that come with rumination upon the painted faces of women on North Clark Street, Chicago

          Roses,
         Red roses,
           Crushed
 In the rain and wind
 Like mouths of women
 Beaten by the fists of
 Men using them.
   O little roses
   And broken leaves
   And petal wisps:
 You that so flung your crimson
   To the sun
 Only yesterday.


III. HOME

Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of:
 I heard it in the air of one night when I listened
 To a mother singing softly to a child restless and angry in the darkness.
Poems Done on a Late Night Car

by Carl Sandburg, 1916
