| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 15. Fish Crier |
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| I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. | |
| He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing a joy identical with that of Pavlowa dancing. | |
| His face is that of a man terribly glad to be selling fish, terribly glad that God made fish, and customers to whom he may call his wares, from a pushcart. | |
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