Halsted Street Car
Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here
At seven o?clock in the morning
On a Halsted street car.
Take your pencils
And draw these faces.
Try with your pencils for these crooked faces,
That pig-sticker in one corner?his mouth?
That overall factory girl?her loose cheeks.
Find for your pencils
A way to mark your memory
Of tired empty faces.
After their night?s sleep,
In the moist dawn
And cool daybreak,
Faces
Tired of wishes,
Empty of dreams.
Carl Sandburg
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