I WANDER down on Clinton street south of Polk
And listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.
It is a cataract of coloratura
And I could sleep to their musical threats and accusations.

(C) Carl Sandburg
03/10/2017


Best Poems of Carl Sandburg

• Primer Lesson
• Muckers
• Happiness
• Dream Girl
• Upstairs
• Child
• Goldwing Moth
• Under The Harvest Moon
• Moonset
• Fire-logs
• The Hammer
• Circles Of Doors
• Hydrangeas
• Gone
• Losers
• Upstream
• Choices
• Passers-by
• Nigger
• Picnic Boat
• Onion Days