Friday, September 14, 2012

CHICAGO POEMS ~





Marilyn Monroe and Carl Sandburg
by Arnold Newman





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
---done through me?

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
---world's food and clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napo-
---leons come from me and the Lincolns. They die.
---And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lin-
---colns.

I am the seed ground. I am the prairie that will stand
---for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
---I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
---I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
---makes me work and give up what I have. And I
---forget.

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
---drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.

When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
---People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
---forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
---a fool—then there will be no speaker in all the world
---say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a
---sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.

The mob—the crowd—the mass—will arrive then.



CARL SANDBURG
Chicago Poems
University of Illinois Press







2 comments:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Ah, Marilyn,

she had the integrity to do what we'd all like to do: cling tight to our great poets.

I know she'd a poet's heart (deep inside the ashes)

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

And, she sort of passed away like a poet — too soon, though hanging around.

all's well Conrad,

Bob