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Comment 9 of 9, added on May 14th, 2007 at 7:26 PM.
Ann, how beautifully you express yourself, like Sandburg.
This poem reminds me of "The Emperor of Ice Cream" by Wallace Stevens, and
not just because both are about death, but because both equate death with
the ordinary aspects of life. Death is final, but it is not the enemy, nor
is the junk man, the emperor of ice cream, the run-down clock or the "sheet
on which she embroidered fan tails once", these are all just part of the
whole. As are we.
Kate from United States
Comment 8 of 9, added on May 14th, 2007 at 12:58 AM.
At 80 I have great appreciation for Sandburg's poem.
I have seen many who were grateful to feel those loving arms of the junk
man.
Ann from United States
Comment 7 of 9, added on April 9th, 2006 at 9:41 PM.
I was listening on WGN, Chicago last night and heard this. I do not know
much about Carl Sandburg, but after hearing this, I soon will. Moving! To
the person that commented afore that this was some what stupid, I say, they
have never walked passed a person in a nursing home sitting in a wheel
chair w/o any attention, near death already, and that the Junk Man would be
welcome at any time there. It sure would be for me.....JC
Joe Chanley from United States
Comment 6 of 9, added on March 14th, 2006 at 4:53 PM.
THIS POEM IS THE BEST. WHO EVER THINKS OTHERWISE IS A
COMUNIST
bob from United Kingdom
Comment 5 of 9, added on February 17th, 2006 at 3:00 PM.
I think this poem is somewhat stupid .
Tieu Mai from Vietnam
Comment 4 of 9, added on June 26th, 2005 at 9:16 PM.
My mom recently died. She used to carry a copy of this poem around in her
wallet. She shared it with me many years ago. She really loved it, so do I.
Unfortunately she lived it too. It was her greatest fear to be a prisoner
of her body and mind. I am sure she was relieved when the junk man came. I
will miss her terribly! Thank you for showing me this poem mommy it means
so much to me. Love, Laurel
laurel from United States
Comment 3 of 9, added on March 29th, 2005 at 9:25 PM.
This poem symbolizes the reassurance at the end of life, because really it
is not the end at all. Everyone goes through old age in life, which
includes ridicule and the malfunctioning of the body in everyway. No matter
what there is always hope in life, and once you have lived and served your
part, you will be taken away to eternal happiness.
Kasia from United States
Comment 2 of 9, added on October 13th, 2004 at 6:12 PM.
its the best poem ever and the junkman is tryin to symbolize that
everything is gonna be poli kala
jack from Egypt
Comment 1 of 9, added on September 5th, 2004 at 4:36 PM.
This poem is about older peole whose bodies are winding down. In the end,
they are happy to die because their bodies make it painful to move
Peter Raines
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Ann, how beautifully you express yourself, like Sandburg.
This poem reminds me of "The Emperor of Ice Cream" by Wallace Stevens, and
not just because both are about death, but because both equate death with
the ordinary aspects of life. Death is final, but it is not the enemy, nor
is the junk man, the emperor of ice cream, the run-down clock or the "sheet
on which she embroidered fan tails once", these are all just part of the
whole. As are we.
Kate from United States