Changing Of The Seasons
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
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Shel Silverstein
Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down
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Carl Sandburg
Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window
Into the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
And the long sand changes
And to-day is a goner
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Carl Sandburg
For Selma
In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
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Langston Hughes
The Great Chicago Fire
The great Chicago Fire, friends,
Will never be forgot;
In the history of Chicago
It will remain a darken spot.
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Julia Ann Moore
Welcome To The Chicago Commercial Club
January 14, 1880

CHICAGO sounds rough to the maker of verse;
One comfort we have--Cincinnati sounds worse;
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
A Poem For Myself
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
Born black in Mississippi,
Walked barefooted thru the mud.
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Etheridge Knight
O Chansons foregoing
You were a seven days' wonder.
When you came out in the magazines
You created considerable stir in Chicago,
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Ezra Pound
Barney Hainsfeather
If the excursion train to Peoria
Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life-
Certainly I should have escaped this place.
But as it was burned as well, they mistook me
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Edgar Lee Masters
Poem (Chicago)
'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam

On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
The light drifts like dust over faces
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Bill Knott
(Poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age)
'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam

On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
The light drifts like dust over faces
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Bill Knott
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.

Cinders-these-hissing in a marl and lime of Chicago-also these-the howling of northwest winds across North and South Dakota-or the spatter of winter spray on sea rocks of Kamchatka.

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Carl Sandburg
Chicago Poet
I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.
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Carl Sandburg
Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day
In flat America, in Chicago,
Graceland cemetery on the German North Side.
Forty feet of Corinthian candle
celebrate Pullman embedded
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Marge Piercy
-Albert Parsons
went to his death
singing Annie Laurie;
didn't another have
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Lola Ridge
Fear Is What Quickens Me

Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
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James Arlington Wright
The Great Fire of Ingersoll
Written at the time of the disaster.

'Twas on a pleasant eve in May.
Just as the sun shed its last ray,
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James McIntyre
William House And Family
Come all kind friends, both far and near,
Come listen to me and you shall hear --
It's of a family and their fate,
All about them I will relate.
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Julia Ann Moore
Real Estate News
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read 'The Silver Dollar,' 'Swede Annie' and the Christian names of madams such as 'Myrtle' and 'Jenny.'
Scrap iron, rags and bottles fill the front rooms hither and yon and signs in Yiddish say Abe Kaplan & Co. are running junk shops in **** houses of former times.
The segregated district, the Tenderloin, is here no more; the red-lights are gone; the ring of shovels handling scrap iron replaces the banging of pianos and the bawling songs of pimps.Chicago, 1915.

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Carl Sandburg
John Horace Burleson
I won the prize essay at school
Here in the village,
And published a novel before I was twenty-five.
I went to the city for themes and to enrich my art;
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Edgar Lee Masters

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