AND THEY OBEY
SMASH down the cities. / Knock the walls to pieces.
JOY
❦
LET a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere--
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.
More poems by Carl Sandburg
PALS
TAKE a hold now / On the silver handles here,
I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. / Do you know that all the great work of the world is
HALSTED STREET CAR
COME you, cartoonists, / Hang on a strap with me here