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CHICAGO
by Timothy Sandberg
March 2008

Wind-blasted brick buildings spilling out
Out from the steel and glass monoliths of down-town.
Not by the formidable stone of the great museums nor
Standing before the scope of the grand modern sculptures,
But on a weary train, almost empty, heading north
Out of the Warzone,
Here it is quiet enough to hear the city’s music.
Frost-beaten brick tenements the color of dry blood
Sighing steam and warm grey smoke from chimney pipes,
Sad-eyed buildings watch the CTA crawl to and fro
in the flurries.

The city is slow; sleepy neighborhoods like someone
dropped Spain in the snowy north, clad her in bricks,
and announced the two o’clock hour.

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Ichor, that which flows, through the veins
     of the Blessed Divinities,
Swirls not within my blood I say,
     shunning extra-human affinities.
I say, I swear, by the River of Oaths, Styx,
Never shall my blood with that of the gods mix.
And I who have said it,
As the flowering shrub,
I do naturally immortality snub.

Robert Sandberg
1971

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