Fish Crier

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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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 ]oy identical with that of Pavlova 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