Clinton South of Polk
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.
Carl Sandburg
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.
Carl Sandburg describes a walk down a Chicago street where he stops to listen to Italian children quarreling. At first that might sound like noise, but he hears it differently.
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