I WANDER down on Clinton street south of Polk
And listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.
It is a cataract of coloratura
And I could sleep to their musical threats and accusations.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 17. Clinton South of Polk
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- II. People Who Must
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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