Blue Island Intersection

Carl Sandburg

SIX street ends come together here.   
They feed people and wagons into the center.   
In and out all day horses with thoughts of nose-bags,   
Men with shovels, women with baskets and baby buggies.   
Six ends of streets and no sleep for them all day.
The people and wagons come and go, out and in.   
Triangles of banks and drug stores watch.   
The policemen whistle, the trolley cars bump:   
Wheels, wheels, feet, feet, all day.   
 
In the false dawn when the chickens blink
And the east shakes a lazy baby toe at to-morrow,   
And the east fixes a pink half-eye this way,   
In the time when only one milk wagon crosses   
These three streets, these six street ends,   
It is the sleep time and they rest
The triangle banks and drug stores rest.   
The policeman is gone, his star and gun sleep.   
The owl car blutters along in a sleep-walk.

There are many poems about Chicago on Poetry Atlas.

This work is from Sandburg's marvellous book of poems, Smoke and Steel.


Main Location:

S Blue Island Avenue, W 18th Street, Chicago, Illinois

Intersection on Blue Island Avenue in Chicago - 1965

Creative Commons image by Devin Hunter.