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Poet: Carl Sandburg (Carl Sandburg Art)
Poem: 17.
Happiness
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Chicago Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1912
Poem of the Day:
Jan 26 2003
Comment 15 of 15, added on July 6th, 2009 at 12:12 AM.
I believe that this poem should be read through a lens of an American experiencing a brand new ethnicity like Hungarians into the stew known as America. I know the pride I see in my Grandparents faces that have immigrated to this nation when they BBQ with their families and revel in the accomplishments of everyone. Hungarians being new immigrants to this country when this poem was written were still achieving their goals and happy for every minute of that struggle, through their acculturation and assimilation into American society. Look at any new immigrant to America and tell me there isn't a thankfulness and happiness about them.
Robb from United States
Comment 14 of 15, added on August 10th, 2008 at 8:37 PM.
happiness must not be asked to anyone cause it is a personal experience. in the poem, carl sandburg is trying to find answers of what happiness is, but in the end, he himself answered his own question.=)
ofelia austria from Dominica
Comment 13 of 15, added on July 31st, 2008 at 8:57 PM.
Yeah! Happiness must be experienced..
Elvie from Philippines
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I believe that this poem should be read through a lens of an American experiencing a brand new ethnicity like Hungarians into the stew known as America. I know the pride I see in my Grandparents faces that have immigrated to this nation when they BBQ with their families and revel in the accomplishments of everyone. Hungarians being new immigrants to this country when this poem was written were still achieving their goals and happy for every minute of that struggle, through their acculturation and assimilation into American society. Look at any new immigrant to America and tell me there isn't a thankfulness and happiness about them.
Robb from United States