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"Leo" photograph by Lesley Misko
by Jane Stahl
Carl Sandburg captures the strength, resilience, and ruggedness of Chicago in the opening of his poem "Chicago." This is one tough city.
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling
City of the Big Shoulders.
But I also love how Sandburg captures the feeling, the movement, the gentle serenity created by fog. Like cat feet.
Fog
~ Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves
on
Sunny, with a high of 63 and low of 48 degrees. Sunny in the morning, cloudy in the afternoon and evening, clear overnight.
Not badly done for a former journalism teacher and school newspaper advisor. Thank G_d there was no need for collating or paste-ups.
Interesting, Bob. Thanks, but I wonder how that related to people’s probably very strong religiously beliefs back then —-not the fact that there’s evil, but that there’s some kind of symbol that can stop it; that sounds more like witchcraft.
Religion and superstition have always co-existed. For an example, see any devout Christian in the area who also has a "lucky" Eagles jersey, or believes that wearing their baseball cap inside out will help a rally keep going...