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Comment 22 of 102, added on May 17th, 2007 at 10:20 PM.
I have to say that I do not like this poem. The author descibes Chicago as
dark and dangerous indirectly, because he doesn't disagree with the people
who describe Chicago. Even though it seems to be his hometown, he doesn't
show any emotion towards it; it just seems that he doesn't really care. And
honestly, this poem makes me sad.
Anja Plommer from United States
Comment 21 of 102, added on May 16th, 2007 at 3:08 PM.
There is no defense in this poem. In fact, he agrees with the critics.
Sandburg makes no apologies for his city, nor does he try to "sell" its
better side to others. The entire poem is a metaphor and a
personification, bringing the city alive to those who will look and see.
The obvious pride Sandburg feels for his city is displayed in strong words
and strident language. But, then, isn't that what real life is . . .
strong, vibrant, strident, energetic? The poem was shocking to some at the
time it was written (especially those who lived is "soft cities" on the
East Coast). And I doubt very much whether Sandburg's marvelous portrayal
fits the Chicago of 2007. It's a slice of time and history, beautifully
portrayed.
Sara Hartburn from United States
Comment 20 of 102, added on May 10th, 2007 at 9:59 PM.
I thought this was a great poem. Sandburg really does a great job
portraying Chicago as he sees it. He knows it has flaws, but overall he is
defending his city and showing why it is superior to other cities.
Drew A. from United Kingdom
Comment 19 of 102, added on May 9th, 2007 at 1:58 PM.
The author is trying to create an image for the reader of how Chicago (to
Sandburg) is like. He shares that it is a thriving city as well as a
problematic city that lets it stand out from the cities around it. He also
explains how the city survives from day to day with the addition of what
Chicago has to offer in an economic/occupational sense.
Mike M from United States
Comment 18 of 102, added on May 9th, 2007 at 12:45 PM.
He talks in this poem as if he knows the city personally. He acts as if
the city of Chicago is his family. He knows its not perfect but her loves
it.
Ian Hart from United States
Comment 17 of 102, added on May 9th, 2007 at 12:40 PM.
i think this poem is the poets idea of what the city of Chicago is. He
describes it as a hard city. Not a place for a weary person. this poem
isdirected at the readers and its harshness makes me think twice about the
seeminly glamorous city.
aria from United States
Comment 16 of 102, added on March 2nd, 2007 at 6:50 PM.
I think Sandburg does a wonderful job personifying Chicago with it's
population. Also, his word choice and sound repeatition to create the
effect of physical work or even the trainyard. A good perspective work.
Aunna
Comment 15 of 102, added on February 23rd, 2007 at 11:15 AM.
I think when carl was writing these poems he was definetly smokin thats why
the names of his poems are like Haze, Grass, and Fog. He was definetly in a
haze in some thick fog when he was writin this.
Rhino from United States
Comment 14 of 102, added on March 7th, 2006 at 7:00 PM.
I wanted to remind some of you guys commenting that the Chicago he's
writing about was the packinghouse central of America during the early
1900s, was polluted, poor, and - well, if anyone has read The Jungle,
you'll know what I mean. So keep in mind what situation he's talking about
here - this is not your modern day Chicago. So don't say Chicago is getting
a "bad rap" for whatever if you are talking about modern day Chicago.
MJ from United States
Comment 13 of 102, added on March 2nd, 2006 at 2:54 AM.
Powerful poem. Really awesome.
ian from Taiwan
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I have to say that I do not like this poem. The author descibes Chicago as
dark and dangerous indirectly, because he doesn't disagree with the people
who describe Chicago. Even though it seems to be his hometown, he doesn't
show any emotion towards it; it just seems that he doesn't really care. And
honestly, this poem makes me sad.
Anja Plommer from United States