Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Working Girls of poet Carl Sandburg

Working Girls

The working girls in the morning are going to work--
 long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores
 and factories, thousands with little brick-shaped
 lunches wrapped in newspapers under their arms.
Each morning as I move through this river of young-
 woman life I feel a wonder about where it is all
 going, so many with a peach bloom of young years
 on them and laughter of red lips and memories in
 their eyes of dances the night before and plays and
Green and gray streams run side by side in a river and
 so here are always the others, those who have been
 over the way, the women who know each one the
 end of life's gamble for her, the meaning and the
 clew, the how and the why of the dances and the
 arms that passed around their waists and the fingers
 that played in their hair.
Faces go by written over: "I know it all, I know where
the bloom and the laughter go and I have memories,"
 and the feet of these move slower and they
 have wisdom where the others have beauty.
So the green and the gray move in the early morning
 on the downtown streets.