I SAW a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.
When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.
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I saw a man screwing a goat,
I say he was rearing livestock.
Into the goats hole with a boom.
His name was in the newspaper,
As the cops came and took him away.
Thousands of people saw him do it,
Some even jerked off as they saw him play.
When I saw him, he was bending over,
And giving the goat a chance.
To put something up him.
Hahahah, that poem is stupid.
It’s a great poem. It means a lot. Carl Sandburg is a great poet.
A deceptively simple poem about perception, appearance and reality, class and other things. It is fun to teach. Read Richard Cory by E.A. Robinson for comparison and Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. We all put our pants on the same way–one leg at a time