Chicago Poet Poem by Carl Sandburg
Chicago Poet
I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
And I was a liar to say so.
Ah, this. looking-glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust--
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark stairway
When nobody else is looking,
When everybody else is gone.
He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all--but not him.
He is commenting indirectly about himself, the man 'in a looking-glass'. He states some of his faults: liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor, someone who is not totally honest. But at least he can count on his own self, if nothing else. Depth psychology.
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4/25/2024 7:42:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Is this how Sandberg saw himself? ...dusty drinker of dust...Was he a liar to say he knew himself? Or just a realist? ? The looking glass man will go with him (in death?) When everybody else is gone. I lose all (freinds, readers of my poems) - but not him.