Friday, September 14, 2012


Marilyn Monroe and Carl Sandburg
by Arnold Newman


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-

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

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.

Chicago Poems
University of Illinois Press


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,