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It Is Much

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Women of night life amid the lights
 Where the line of your full, round throats
 Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes
 And the ring of your heart-deep laughter:
   It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

 Women of night life along the shadows,
 Lean at your throats and skulking the walls,
 Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone,
 Under the paint of your smiling faces:
   It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

Published in Chicago Poems
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