Poem by Carl Sandburg

Under a Telephone Pole

I am a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing—humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the
    tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through
    me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the
    shine drying,
                    A copper wire.

1. Old-fashioned Requited Love
2. Subway
3. Baby Vamps
4. Hope Is a Tattered Flag
5. Arithmetic

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