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“Out of the whirling womb of time come millions of men and their feet crowd the earth and they cut one another's throats for room to stand and among them all are not two thumbs alike.”

Quote by Carl Sandburg

Work

Chicago Poems

This collection of poetry delves into the essence of Chicago, capturing its vibrant streets, diverse communities, and the spirit of its inhabitants through a variety of poetic forms and voices. more

Author

Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg was a prominent American poet, writer, journalist, and editor. Born on January 6, 1878, in Illinois, he passed away on July 22, 1967. His works primarily depicted rural life in America, industrialization, and the working class, with notable works including 'Chicago' and 'The American Songbag'. more

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