IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street … faces … coffee spots … children kicking at the night stars
with bare toes from bare buttocks.
They know it is September on Rivington when the red tomaytoes cram the pushcarts,
Here the children snozzle at milk bottles, children who have never seen a cow.
Here the stranger wonders how so many people remember where they keep home fires.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 4. Home Fires
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- II. People Who Must
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Apr 16 2005

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