| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 118. It Is Much |
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| WOMEN of night life amid the lights | |
| Where the line of your full, round throats | |
| Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes | |
| And the ring of your heart-deep laughter: | |
| It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow. | 5 |
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| Women of night life along the shadows, | |
| Lean at your throats and skulking the walls, | |
| Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone, | |
| Under the paint of your smiling faces: | |
| It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow. | 10 |
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