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Halsted Street Car

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Come you, cartoonists,
       Hang on a strap with me here
       At seven o’clock in the morning
       On a Halsted street car.

             Take your pencils
             And draw these faces.

 Try with your pencils for these crooked faces,
 That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth—
 That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks.

             Find for your pencils
             A way to mark your memory
             Of tired empty faces.

             After their night’s sleep,
             In the moist dawn
             And cool daybreak,
             Tired of wishes,
             Empty of dreams.

Published in Chicago Poems

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