Sandburg as a reporter

Carl Sandburg moved to Chicago with his wife Lilian and one year-old daughter, Margaret in 1912 from Milwaukee. He worked first as a reporter for the Chicago Day Book from 1912-1917, then was hired to write for the Chicago Daily News in 1917. He also contributed occasional articles to the International Socialist Review, often using the pseudonym Jack Phillips. Sandburg’s early writings tackled social justice, human dignity, and labor rights.

As a labor reporter for the Chicago Daily News he saw unsafe and poor working conditions in factories, mines and mills, the absence of child labor laws and other benefits lacking for the working person. He was also struggled to find an outlet for his poetry. In 1914 Harriet Monroe of Poetry magazine published six of his radical, muscular poems in the March issue of her forward-looking journal and awarded him the first Levinson Prize for his poem Chicago. The Levinson prize was as distinctive as if he had won a Pulitzer Prize as at the time there was not a Pulitzer Prize for poetry. This first significant recognition of his poetry brought him literary friendships with Edgar Lee Masters, Theodore Dreiser, Vachel Lindsay, Amy Lowell, Alice Corbin Henderson, Floyd Dell, Sherwood Anderson, and others. His friendships with these prominent writers encouraged him to compile his first collection of poems, Chicago Poems, in 1916.

Carl Sandburg's poem Chicago became one of the best known works of 20th century American literature. Included in countless anthologies, this poem made famous the description of Chicago as "City of the Big Shoulders," celebrating its role at the time as the industrial capital of the United States. It’s a description that is still used often today.

Hog Butcher for the World
Tool Maker,Stacker of Wheat
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them,
for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer:
Yes, it is true
I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is:
On the faces of women and children
I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more
to those who sneer at this my city,
and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job,
here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action,
cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
breaking, rebuilding,Under the smoke,
dust all over his mouth,
laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth,
half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher,
Tool Maker,
Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems, 1916

His Chicago poetry celebrated and consoled people in their environments— the crush of the city, the enduring solace of the prairie. In his work as a reporter for various newspapers, Sandburg had become a skilled investigative reporter with passionate social concerns. He covered war, racial strife, lynchings, mob violence, and the inequities of the industrial society, such as child labor. Chicago offered Sandburg an opportunity to portray those ideals with such vivid poetic imagery that Sandburg and Chicago are undeniably linked. The 1919 Chicago race riots that he documented furthered his belief that a common dignity was a right for all, not some. He wrote “Here is the difference between Dante, Milton and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years."

They Will Say
Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away form the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain; you put them between walls
To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,
To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted
For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.

Carl Sandburg - Chicago Poems

Psalms of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight
The rolling-mill men and the sheet-steel men are brothers of cinders;
they empty cinders out of their shoes after the day’s work;
they ask their wives to fix burnt holes in the knees of their trousers;
their necks and ears are covered with a smut;
they scour their necks and ears;
they are brothers of cinders.

Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems, 1916

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