Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Fish Crier of poet Carl Sandburg

Fish Crier

I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. 
He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing a joy identical with that of Pavlowa dancing. 
His face is that of a man terribly glad to be selling fish, terribly glad that God made fish, and customers to whom he may call his wares, from a pushcart.