Poetry Friday: On goodbyes

Carl Sandburg says a melodramatic symbolic goodbye to the Chicago traffic, as if he is saying farewell to something far more precious:


A Teamster's Farewell
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary
by Carl Sandburg (1868- 1967)

Good-bye now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, 

The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs. 

The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches, 

Good-bye now to the traffic policeman and his whistle, 

The smash of the iron hoof on the stones, 

All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street-- 

O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.


Sandburg got the Pulitzer Prize in 1939, for his poetry on the American Civil War.

He also writes thus:

Autumn Movement

by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, 
       the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things 
       come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, 
       not one lasts.


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